Complications

** A/N: For all my loyal fans who love my Power Tops Series, this one’s for you. This series is always evolving an one. The plot line always has room for explanation as well as expansion. These stories are held close to my heart. The CEO Commands was my debut into the world of Gay Romance and Fiction. I hope you enjoy this insight further into the couples involved in my storylines. I may or may not have something else in the works (evilly laughing), we’ll see what the future holds. In the meantime enjoy the video, Alicia Keys and The Weekend, “Earned it,” and have a Happy Holiday season 2018, xoxo Dianna.**

Complications

Taking a seat on the stool in the darkest corner to the bar I could find, a nervous breath skittered past my lips as I rubbed my sweaty palms over my denim covered thighs. I was trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I’d promised myself that I wasn’t going to do torture to myself like this. But I can’t seem to help it. When I’d first heard the news and my Master discussed his decision with me. I told him I was okay with it, but I didn’t want to be in attendance to witness him doing a scene with someone else. Something I’ve never had the nerve to do on the main stage of my Master’s club.

So here I am, not quite ready to watch the show, but nonetheless, I waited for myself-induced punishment to begin. Again, this was all because my curiosity and my possessiveness wouldn’t let me find any peace sitting at home and waiting for my Sir to return to me. I dared to take a quick peek around the dimly lit bar from under the fringe of my jet-black bangs, hoping against hope that no one recognized me before I was able to witness the very public demonstration my Dom’s elite members were eagerly anticipating.

Earlier, I’d only briefly caught a glimpse of the only man who has ever been able to command my heart as he was making sure the stage and his equipment was ready for him to perform a scene with some sweetly enraptured Sub he’d chosen earlier in the week. Can we say cry while hysterically rolling around on the floor in a fit of jealousy?

        The place was packed, I wouldn't be surprised if it was standing room only by the time the performances began. Tonight's exhibition was advertised amongst the community to be an epic event. A once in a lifetime experience in the history of The Dungeon. After so many years of ruling the club from their private suites above the main stage, the Triple Threat, Masters in their own right; an honorific which they've earned and proven many times as owners of the elite club over and over again in the BDSM community. All three men had ceased to perform publicly after finding their own submissives, their significant others, and husbands. 

        Tonight's event had been one long in the making. One I wasn't even aware of until Gavin had let it slip one during the flight home on one of Marcus' private jets after my final art show in Paris. For all I knew, The Dungeon had been performing well, memberships were strong with both extremely talented Dominants, and pretty subs alike vying to join the elite clientele on a daily basis. The place was churning out more money than Fort Knox.  

But yet, the heavy hitting membership base was anxious and determined to see the men who were legends in the community perform for them. They’d been clamoring for it, so much so, the topic was almost always mentioned and brought to the table during monthly meetings when financial and business plans about the club were discussed amongst the owners and staff.

Keeping a majority of my face covered with my bangs, I was able to spy on the crowd scattered around the room. I watched as many of the occupants mingled with each other until they found their seats around the main stage. I took a chance to glanced in that direction and I wasn’t surprised to see some major players like the owners of the other club Dungeon, Master Nolan and Master Dean and their beautiful boys already seated in the VIP section.

Master Nolan was a force to be reckoned with in the community. He was THE Master Dominant; an older, distinguished, sexy as hell Alpha Dom capable of making pretty little subs want to prostrate themselves at his feet and call him Daddy, while other Dominants just watched and trembled with envy and awe in his presence.

Also, in attendance was Master Julian and his entourage from club Bliss. Their boys were kneeling perfectly at their feet. They made the picture of serene submission. They did it with such ease and grace, effortlessly making it look like other subby boys or girls couldn’t even attempt to achieve their level of perfection in this lifetime. Nowhere in sight though was the Rulers of this Kingdom, Marcus, Damien, and Micah. A familiar laugh had me quickly turning to my head to the left and I quickly ducked further into the shadows to hide as Joe walked right past me followed closely by his Sir, Michael.

Big Mike had Joe were both shirtless. Joe’s leather pants looked like he was poured into them, and his leanly defined upper body was adorned with nothing but a thick leather harness attached to a very short chain which was held firmly in Mike’s beefy fist. My cheeks almost hurt with how wide my smile spread across my face. I was so pleased to see the happiness and utter peace Joe has found with Mike. As much as I knew he’d cared for Damien and Gavin, he had always felt like an outsider looking in on the bond Damien has with Gavin, despite Damien’s best efforts to convince he wasn’t. Polyamorous relationships weren’t for everyone. It had saddened him that Joe had waited so long to voice his feelings to Damien. But everything has its season, and Joseph has finally found his happiness with his massive Bear.

Another sigh of relief escaped him when Mike sprawled out on one of the couches in front of the stage, reclining comfortably on his back, propped up with a few of the fluffy pillows that were available to everyone in attendance all around the sitting area. Joe practically covered the man like a blanket when he plastered himself back to front on top of his Dom’s big, muscular body. Neither of them had noticed him and if was hoping his luck would hold out. He just wanted the night to be over and done with. He just hoped that his heart would survive the next few hours that were to come.

Micah and Gino were slated to perform first. Paulie had graciously allowed his boy to experience a scene with Micah. Bethany wasn’t a submissive but she had no qualms watching Micah’s perform his unique brand of demonstrations with either a male or female submissive. She was accepting as long as she got to watch and satisfy her own voyeuristic kinks before helping her man recover from top space as only, she is allowed to do. That’s the only stipulation she had for her man. At the end of a scene, her arms were the only ones in which Micah was to seek comfort. From what he’d noticed, Micah was more than happy to comply with her wishes. Just as Bethany would provide the aftercare for Micah, Paulie will be waiting in the wings to do the same for Gino.

Damien and Gavin were performing afterwards, and although they’ve performed many times before in front of the club’s prestigious patrons. They’ve had yet to perform since they had exchanged vows in one of the still most talked about weddings of all time. Damien had gone all out and entirely booked out the one of the leading five-star hotels in the area to give Gavin a wedding beyond any his friend’s romantic little heart could have conjured up in this lifetime or the next. The total adoration and love they held for each other is evident in every stroke and caress, in every look that has ever passed between the two.

Watching Damien settle and master Gavin never failed to inspire total awe and envy from anyone lucky enough to witness them together. The chemistry they share adds an almost magical element to their scenes and when they demonstrated their unique connection in public, people always eagerly ate it up. I could truly see that although Damien and Gavin had both showered Joe with care and affection, why he felt the way he did when he was their third. What those two lovebirds shared together eclipsed any reasonable description of emotions or bonds a person could share with another as a committed couple. It doesn’t hurt that Damien was the epitome of a dark, obscenely wealthy, and a dangerously sexy Dom. To watch him handle and tame Gavin’s usually cheeky, sometimes bratty hyperactive nature was something to see.

The main event, the one people were anticipating the most was saved for last performance of the evening. Marcus will be performing a demonstration with Matty, a friend of Gavin’s whom has recently returned the lifestyle after terminating his contract with his long-term Master for reasons unbeknownst to me. Gavin had spent numerous hours and days assuring me that Matty was a professional submissive. He’d originally trained and was a member of Julian’s club Bliss, until his break away from his Dom, and Julian had recommended either Nolan’s Dungeon or Marcus’ if he chose not to return to Bliss seeing that his previous Dom was still a member there. Matty had chosen not to return to Bliss and applied and was accepted as a house sub here in my husband’s domain.

Gavin had sworn up and down that Matty wasn’t on the market for a new Dom anytime soon, and he’d also stressed that the younger, beautiful blonde haired, and blue-eyed boy had no designs on my Dom. None other than being in complete awe of the man and more than excited to be able to perform a scene with a legend in the community. He’d even dragged the poor sweet little thing on one of our lunch dates to try and help to put my mind at ease.

But what Gavin didn’t understand was the fact wasn’t that I feared for my relationship with my husband in regards to his fidelity to me. No, that was not it at all. I trust Marcus with every cell in my body. I’m green eyed with jealousy over the knowledge I’m not going to be the one up on that stage with my Dom. I just couldn’t get pass being scared of being judged as being not enough, somehow lacking in my ability to wholly submit to Marcus by the very people who held my husband in such high regards.

It would crush me like nothing else for others to see and acknowledge my shame of not being able to provide my husband with everything he needs in his chosen way of life, despite Marcus’ repeated reassurances that I was his one and only. It’s a miracle he hasn’t gotten tired of trying to convince me that I was more than anything or anyone he could have dreamed up for himself. How can I be, when I can’t even set my own feelings aside and put my Dom’s needs before my own? Could anyone who truly understands the lifestyle call what I’m doing as fully submitting to my Master?

I wanted to take a page out of my arrogant as hell husbands’ book and thumb my nose at them all, but I’m too weak with fears of being seen as a failure as a submissive for a Master Dom like my husband to do anything about it. How would I even attempt to explain my feelings to Marcus without proving how inadequate I really am?

The proof in itself was in the histrionics I carried on with the first and only time when I safe worded so many years ago over something as simple as wearing a cock ring for a couple of hours. Losing my shit like that and almost ruining my relationship the one-time Marcus attempted something other than bondage should have clued me in even back then how unsuited I was to fulfil this part of my husband’s life. I wasn’t giving him was he truly needs. How fucking depressing was that?

I was so lost in my head and consumed with throwing my own pity party, I wasn’t aware anyone had approached me until a sinfully deep, but commanding voice informed me that I’d failed in my attempts to go unnoticed as I sat brooding in a darkened corner of the main bar. The dew-covered water bottle almost slipped out of my fingers as my other hand shot to my chest and I swung my head in the direction of that whiskey smooth tenor. My lungs felt like all the air just up and evaporated into ether when my eyes locked in none other than the inky depths of Master Nolan Dubois’ laser focused gaze.

“Does you Master know you are here, boy?” He demanded, and the cadence of his voice vibrated over every nerve ending in my body. I swore my brain cells upped and died as his minty with a hint of expensive liquor scented breath brushed across my cheek.

“Um…” Was the only response I was able to muster as I desperately tried to gather my scattered thought processes. I’ve met Master Nolan a few times over the years during multiple dinner engagements, club events, and BDSM community conferences. I’ve even managed to greet the sexy behemoth a time or two without making a complete fool out of myself. The man had the ability to render anyone stupid, whether you were attracted to him or not. He had a presence about him that demanded utter respect. He was an Alpha and he knew it. He wielded a power like any other over regular men. I was a happily married man with my own larger than life dominant, but I wasn’t dead.

Master Nolan was sexy as sin, older, wealthy, and downright commanding of everything and everyone within his orbit. Other Dominants revered him, subby little boys and girls either literally tripped over themselves to be noticed by him or ran away from him in fear. His boy deserved a god damned medal of valor for taking on all of this beast. I had no doubts Nolan was someone you wouldn’t want to reckon with on a daily basis if at any time at all. But somehow, shy little Scottie, not only held this man’s attentions. He owned Master Nolan’s heart, mind, body, and spirit. The brave, pretty little soul. My Master held nothing but respect and a deep affection for the man.

I knew there was a back story between the Nolan and Marcus, and I know from previous conversations with Gavin that Damien was also involved somewhere in my husband’s journey to be the man he is today. I’ve never pushed Marcus to talk about his past. The shadows in his eyes and the pain he tries to hide whenever I’ve touched on the subject was almost too much for me to bear, so I’ve always relented. There is a reason someone past is literally in the past. Some sleeping dogs truly need to be left alone. If Marcus was ever ready to share what I suspect as some dark moments in his life, I’ve always made sure he knew I would be more than ready to listen. Nothing he could tell me would change the way I feel about the man I’ve vowed my life to so many years ago.

Remembering my training, I immediately lowered my eyes from his commanding gaze, but Master Nolan was having none of that. A thick finger curled under my chin and raised my head until I had no choice but to look up into those dark orbs. I’ve never been on the receiving end of his penetrating glare before, and I was at a loss for words at being his sole focus at the moment. I’d long since forgotten his question as I sat there helplessly floundering under his intense perusal of my features. I felt like he was looking right into my soul and he was seeing my deepest, darkest secrets.

He was all up in my personal space, and bulk blocked out the remainder of the room. The man was just a few inches taller than Marcus, but he rivaled Big Mike with his sheer muscle mass. There wasn’t an inch of fat on the behemoth’s spectacular body. He was older than the men in our immediate circle of friends, but he was none the less a force to be reckoned with. Hell, from what knowledge I’ve gained over the years about Nolan, he had trained or had something to do with the training of most of the Doms and subs in this very room tonight with the exception of only a few. Nolan was a Master in his own right long before some of the men and women even realized they had certain kinks only this community of people could tolerate or understand.

“I’ll only ask you one more time boy. Does your Master know you are sitting over here working yourself into a state of anxiety?” He demanded as if he could read my very thoughts.

I shook my head before I realized I knew what I was doing. I was appalled that he could read me so effortlessly. Oh god, where was a deep dark bottomless hole when you needed one?

“Words boy. Open those pretty little lips and respond to me with words.” He growled in that deep gravelly tone and I almost peed myself in response. Damn, it should be illegal for this big insightful, domineering fucker to be released without a leash into unsuspecting society. I resentfully thought, just shy of carefully recalling to school my features into what I hoped was a calm mask of blandness, and fervently praying he didn’t pick up on my truly disrespectful frame of mind. The smug curling of his sculpted lips told me I’d failed to do so.

I barely managed not to slump right off the barstool in defeat as I quietly answered. “No Sir. My Master doesn’t know I’m here and I would respectfully like to keep it that way.”

Nolan tilted his head as he intently studied me as if I was the most fascinating of specimens under a microscope. His black as midnight eyes roamed over my face for what seemed like an eternity before his big hand wrapped around my much smaller one.

“Come with me.” Was all he said before I had no choice but to slide off the stool on my own or be dragged off to follow wherever he was taking me. I watched as he nodded his head towards Master Dean before entering the hallway leading to the private offices of the club. My heart rate skyrocketed and I began to drag my feet, hesitating to face my Master with my shameful fears. But Master Nolan turned his head and raised one no nonsense eyebrow and I sighed in defeat and followed him as docile as a lamb being led to slaughter.

Clarity

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Clarity

Feeling like I was being dragged off to face a firing squad and unable to do anything about it, I decided to mentally prepare myself for the look of disappointment I was sure to encounter on my Master’s face when Nolan drags me into his office like a misbehaving brat who was summoned to the principal’s office. I swallowed the deep sigh of mortification when Master Nolan opened the office door and stood aside for me to enter my husband’s elegantly appointed inner sanctum. I kept my gaze firmly on the shiny marble tiles at my feet as the door closed and the lock clicked into place behind me. All sounds from the outer hallway, the thrumming beat of the music, and conversations of the club’s patrons disappeared completely, plunging my senses into absolute silence.

The Master’s heavy boots thumped over the tiles as he slowly made his way around my quivering frame and came to a stop directly in front of me. Once again, I felt the super intense focus of his glare settle on the top of my head. My skin prickled with goosebumps and my fingers trembled as I clasped my hands in front of myself in order to hide my almost mind-numbing trepidation.

“There is no one here but you and I. Your Master is preparing his headspace to perform a demonstration he has no desire to perform tonight or any other night for that matter, but he will because it is being demanded of him by people contributing to the success of his business.” He bluntly stated and my spirits plunged even further with what he left unsaid. I know for a fact Marcus would be willing to play out a public scene anytime and anywhere, if the submissive on the receiving end of his skills were me. He’s never kept his desire for perform on the main stage of his club with me a secret, but he’s never pushed me into doing anything out of my comfort zone ever again after that fateful cock ring fiasco years ago.

“What is said in this room is between you and I stays in this room unless I feel it is something I need to share with your Master for your own safety and well-being. You need to make a choice, boy. Be up front and honest in your answers to me. Or answer to your Dom. But make no mistake, you will unload whatever it is that is bothering you right here and now.” Nolan clearly stated and my shoulders slumped in defeat. He really wasn’t giving me a choice at all. He was just making it look like I had some modicum of control, and that alone showed the magnitude of why he was a Master in his own right.

Although, I would’ve chosen to be anywhere but here at the moment, I felt nothing but relief when I decided, what the hell? Who better to unburden myself to than this man? A man who has trained numerous Doms and subs alike in the intricacies of the lifestyle. A man who has lived and breathed experiences with all manners of kinks and the psychology behind them. Maybe he could finally provide the clarity I’ve been too scared to seek from Marcus or my friends who have taken to their own roles in our community like a fish out of water. They’ve made it look so effortless, without a single moment of struggle or fear as they embraced everything the lifestyle had to offer, unlike myself who has struggled to get out of my own head long enough to bravely seek out and fulfil my own and my husband’s desires on numerous occasions.

A broken sob escaped my lips on my next breath, and before I knew it, I was firmly drawn into and held in a warm, comforting, and expensively scented embrace. Master Nolan dwarfed me in sheer height and width. His thick, muscled arms wrapped gently around my slender frame as he slowly swayed my body from side to side as he allowed me to blubber my misery out all over the butter soft leather vest that barely covered his mouth-watering tattooed covered pecs. All my fears, all my hurt, and all my feelings of inadequacy came pouring out of my like water rushing off the end of a cascading waterfall. Everything, all the negativity that I’ve held inside over the years oozed out like poison being leached from my system.

Nolan continued to hold me secure, safe, and anchored in his embrace and he crooned comforting words of nonsense only for me to hear. It was as if he was lifting a tremendous weight off my shoulders and claiming the heavy burden as his own. The experience was freeing, entirely cathartic, and exactly what I needed. I needed someone who was not directly involved in the general day to day environment I shared with Marcus. Someone from the outside, so to speak, to view this situation, to listen my fears and thoughts to without judgement. Someone who knew Marcus almost better than my husband knew himself, and Nolan was that one person. I was sure of it. So, I let it all with the hopes that this Master was going to be able to help me get pass this stubborn stagnant blockade my mind has created.

My body slumped further against Master Nolan’s, my tears slowed to a steady trickle and I was able to draw a stuttering breath at his insistence. He gently guided me to one of the heavy wingback chairs facing Marcus’ massive mahogany desk and deposited me onto the plush leather cushion. He turned and grabbed some tissues from the desk and squatted in front of me a proceeded to carefully mop up of my tear blotched face. He gently wiped my nose before depositing the used tissues in the little trash can at the side of the desk.

“Thank you.” I quietly voiced my appreciation for his gentle ministrations and the comfort they provided.

“Boy, you belong to one of the men I can honestly say I hold dear to my heart, someone who I consider as part of my family. You and I may not know each other well, but the fact that Marcus chose you to be his life partner, makes you family to me as well. Not only that, you are his boy, his sub, and therefore as a Master, it is not within me to see a submissive in turmoil and not step in and help if I am able to do so. That’s just in my DNA, especially as a Dom.” He explained and I nodded my head in understanding. Marcus, Damien, Micah, Paulie, Mike, and the plethora of Dominants at Bliss and Nolan’s Dungeon showed those same exact traits as the hard, bad ass Dominants they are, but when it came to the submissives, whether we belonged to them or not, they all looked out of our us, no matter what.

Nolan plopped his ass on the floor at my feet with his thick thighs spread out on either side of my legs. It was almost comical that even with him sitting on the floor in front of me, with me sitting in a chair, we were still almost eye level. He was a big boy, that’s for sure. I suppressed a little giggle. My thoughts were totally inappropriate for this current moment. But I honestly felt a little better for finally getting my feelings off my chest.

“Corey, I want you to know that I understand your fears. I’m not going to brush them aside or make you feel like they don’t matter, because they matter to you. I’m not going to lay blame on you or on Marcus, but I will say this, and I don’t want you to take it the wrong way. You and your Dom, your husband should have communicated better. You should always feel comfortable with going to him and addressing any topic within your relationship in and out of the lifestyle. Marcus shouldn’t have let you keep your feelings locked inside to fester from day one. He should have addressed your feelings and the reasons behind your safe-wording from the get go and definitely as a Dom shouldn’t have shied away in his own fear of losing you. But he wasn’t thinking as a trained Master Dominant, he was thinking as a man and love, and having met my Scottie, I can now say I fully understand his fear of letting anything, even something as important as this community come between you two. He is right in his priority to put you first.” He calmly but gently stated.

Nolan gave me an encouraging smile, and I swore my breath hitched in my throat for a minute. Damn, but the man was stunning. Nolan gave me a wink and a sexy smirk as if he knew what was thinking. Damn intuitive Doms, I thought moments before he began speaking again.

“Understand baby boy, that we are men first before we are Dominants, and as much as we think we have the answers to all the questions in the universe. Our feelings run just as deeply as anyone else’s, sometimes even more so because our sub’s emotional, physical, and psychological well- being is our responsibility. We cry, we hurt, and we have fears like everyone else. So, don’t be too hard on your Master.”

“Now, about your feelings of others out there judging you. I’m going to tell you this once and only once. Nobody’s opinion matters more than the opinion you have of yourself and the opinion of your Master when it comes to playing out a scene. If Marcus didn’t think you were capable or perfect enough for him to drop hints about performing together in front of his peers, then he wouldn’t have broached the subject at all. You are more worried about his reputation than he is. If you think he isn’t proud as hell to show you off, then it is you who is blind.”

“You said it for yourself when you admitted that he wants nothing more than to show off your perfection for all to see and envy that such perfection belongs to him and only him. I am sure when Marcus explained the lifestyle. He has surely explained that it is you who has the power in this relationship. You, the submissive are the backbone, the sole purpose of what we do. Without you we are nothing. Take confidence, to hell with what others think. Get up on that stage and own your Dominant for all the world to see.” Nolan quirked an eyebrow and stared me straight in the eye as he delivered his eloquent speech. It was as if he was almost daring me to disagree with his words, and honestly, I couldn’t find not one single argument to what he’s said.

As I sat there and let this Master’s words of wisdom and experience sink into my brain. I felt hope and confidence blooming in my chest like a flower’s delicate petals unfurling in the first rays of a bright morning’s brilliant sunshine. This man knew my Marcus ad has been in the longer than most of the men I knew in the lifestyle altogether. Surely, Nolan wouldn’t steer me wrong, and he was right, I am the heart in our relationship. Marcus had told me this, shown me this time and time again. But fear is a powerful demon. It will turn rational in irrational. It will take a life of its own if you allow it, and today is the day my fears were going to come to a swift end.

Taking a deep breath, and straightening my spine, I held my head high and replied. “I want to be the one on that stage tonight. I want to play with my Dom. How do I make that happen?”

A slow smile spread across Master Nolan’s face. He stood up to his full height and held large palm out for mine. He drew me up to my feet after I placed my much smaller hand I his, and I could help it as my chest puffed out with pride as he responded. “Good boy. I’m proud of you. Let me handle it. You will be shining like the diamond you are by the end of the evening.

Courage

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Courage

Holding my head high, I refused to give into my fears anymore as Master Nolan led me towards the set of rooms designed specifically for the single subs. Those rooms were assigned to them so they could dress and relax before performing their upcoming scenes with their chosen Doms. They were also the rooms in which aftercare was provided if they weren’t taken back to a playroom with continue their evening.

Collared subs usually prepared themselves in their Dom’s private rooms or assigned playrooms until they were ready to take the stage. I didn’t know what Nolan had in mind, but I trusted him. I knew that both Gino and Gavin were already safely tucked away upstairs in their Master’s suites until they were called to take their places on stage, whereas Matty was most likely assigned to a private room somewhere as a benefit of being Marcus’ chosen sub for the night.

My courage meter took a minor nosedive, when Master Nolan veered off down the opposite hallway leading me away from the submissive’s suites and towards the private dressing rooms. He stopped on front of door 3 and knocked on the pristine white wood paneling. Surely, he wouldn’t have brought me to Matty’s dressing room, but then again, I could so see the boldness of his actions if he was going to inform Matty that I was to take my place with my Master tonight instead of him. I sorta felt bad for the man since he’d seemed so excited to have this opportunity. But the less manganous part of me had no qualms squishing his little dream of having my Dom laying a finger on him tonight or any other night for that matter.

Matty opened the door and his big blue eyes went wide with surprise to see me standing there. They went even wider when he tilted his eyes up into Master Nolan’s stoic gaze and his mouth open and closed like he wanted to say something, but had no idea of what to say.

Nolan took pity on the speechless sub and softened his features before asking, “May we come in and have a word with you, Matty?”

He opened the door wider and stepped back to allow us to enter into the comfortably appointed dressing room. I tried my best to give him a comforting smile. I could see the confusion and a little bit of fear in his eyes as he closed the door and turned towards us. Nolan guided me towards the leather sofa against the wall, once I was settled, he motioned for Matty to take a seat beside me. I smiled my encouragement as I patted the plush cushion beside the one I was currently seated on.

As Master Nolan gently explained the reason for our impromptu visit, I watched the range of emotions flitter across Matty’s expressive face. Everything from shock, to disappointment, and finally understanding as Nolan spoke for me and I couldn’t help but to feel sorry for him, since he seemed to have really wanted to perform a scene with a Dominant of Marcus’ caliber. I found myself flinging my arms around his slender shoulders that were completely engulfed in a white fluffy robe, with the club’s insignia I designed so many years ago artfully embroidered into the lapels. I held him for a moment and quietly thanked him for his graciousness and understanding before letting him go.

Nolan was busy tapping away on the screen of his phone while Matty and I had our little moment. No sooner than I’d let go of him, Matty sprang up to his feet and hurried over towards the cherrywood wardrobe against the far wall. He pulled a small garment box out and skipped back over to my side chirping away at a mile a minute. He was truly adorable, but the minute he unzipped the bag, my eyes bugged out of my head, and a wicked smile curved Nolan’s mouth. No sooner had I opened my mouth to say something, anything about the scrap of leather still with the sales tag attached to it, there was an enthusiastic knock at the door. My cheeks flushed bright red, as Nolan heaved himself up to answer the door and Matty thrust the jock strap into my slack hands.

“COREYYYYY…” Gavin screeched as only he could. He breezed into my room like the force of nature he is. Gavin was bare chested, his collar’s diamonds gleamed spectacularly around his throat, and I wasn’t sure if someone had simply poured the man into those leather pants, they were so tight. But he looked as stunning as always. “OMG, finally!” He crowed as he dragged me off the couch and wrapped himself around me like a spider monkey.

His indulgent Dom and husband wasn’t far behind as he sauntered into the room. Damien smiled as he clasped hands with Nolan and they did a shoulder bump in greeting. Poor Matty just looked glassy eyed as he stared between the perfection that was Nolan and Damien standing together in close proximity. The sheer dominance oozing off the two men covered in leather was enough to have any subby boy wanting to lay themselves down at their feet like a pagan sacrifice. But any sub in the surrounding area of the Dungeon knew that Gavin would take your eyes right out of your head if you so much as looked as his Dom too long.

Gavin was still clinging to me when Master Nolan called my name to get my attention. “I’ll be back for you in a little while. Gavin brought you your collar from upstairs. Marcus has no idea you’re switching places with Matty. Let that be our little surprise, yes. We don’t have a lot time  for the boys to assist you since Gavin and Damien are second up on stage. Micah is being introduced now, each scene takes about 45 minutes to an hour long depending on the technique that’s being demonstrated.” He explained before heading towards the door.

Damien winked at me and blew a kiss at his husband before the two Dominants stepped out of the room and closed the door behind themselves, leaving me to the tender mercy of my best friend. Gavin swung around with glee written all over his face before he dragged towards the en-suite bathroom. “It’s time to get ready for your debut sweetness.” Matty followed us the spacious bathroom and after he set down the armload of products on the counter. He helped Gavin me strip me of every single stitch of clothing.

Gavin pried as the scrap of leather out of my grasp and he began to subject me to things, I’d later refuse to mention out loud, like never, ever. Matty had jumped into the fray whole heartedly. I seriously wondered if he’d enjoyed the humiliating process of Gavin scrubbing, plucking, and polishing me amongst other things that shall remain unmentioned just a little too much.

By the time I was swathed in fluffy robe and shuffled back into the sitting area to wait for Master Nolan. Gavin had worked my hair into an effortless sleep tousled look. He’d applied lotions that added a sparkly sheen to my skin, a bit of kohl liner around my eyes, and shiny lip gloss completed my look. The strip of supple black leather that was supposed to be a jock strap was fitted into place and it barely covered my boy bits. But I had to admit that I felt sexy as hell in them.

Gavin perched on the arm of the sofa beside me. He and Matty calmed my nerves even more by further instructing me on how to control my responses to overwhelming stimuli with breathing exercises. As well as tips on finding my point of focus during an intense scene. I still wasn’t aware of what all the details of what Marcus had planned to demonstrate tonight, and neither did Matty. I knew Nolan and Damien were probably well aware of the scene my Master had planned, but of course, the whole part of the draw was for the sub to be unaware so their reactions are unpracticed.

There was a brief knock on the door before it opened and Master Nolan stuck his head inside. When he saw everyone was sitting and awaiting his return, he smiled and entered the room. “Gavin, it’s time to take your place on stage.” He said and Gavin nodded. He leaned over, kissed my cheek. My best friend quietly wished me luck before he skipped out of the room.

Matty had gotten dressed at some point in a pair of metallic, gunmetal gray hot pants and a matching meshed crop top. A pair of polished combat boots completed the look. He was really is a gorgeous boy, and any Dom who was lucky enough to get him would be getting one of the sweetest souls possible. Nolan stepped further into the room and another man followed, he wasn’t as tall as Nolan, nor as muscled but he was just as good looking. I tried to recall where I saw his face before when Nolan decided to introduce the man to a transfixed Matty.

“Boys, this is Master Duncan, he is one of the Doms from my club.” He stated as the dark-haired stranger stepped forward to shake my hand before turning his full attention to a beautifully blushing Matty. It hit me where I’d seen the Dom before. He’d been one of the Dominants from the last Christmas party Julian hosted at club Bliss. He’d been tasked with the duty of watching over the house subs as they partied the night away on the main floor. The poor thing, he’d been subjected to wearing a string of LED flashing lights as a necklace and a Santa hat with Deer antlers all night long. But he had stoically complied and endured it all for the sake of keeping the subs happy and to spread Christmas cheer.

Duncan seated himself next to Matty and struck up a quiet conversation with him. Nolan closed the door and walked over to take a seat on the coffee table in front of me. I had to wonder if the piece of furniture was going to be able to withstand his weight. The table didn’t even wobble under his bulk. I should have known better not to even question it because my man would only outfit his club with nothing but the best in all things, from the liquor to the furniture were top of the line.

Nolan called my name to get my attention and my eyes flashed up to his dark gaze. He gave me another one of those pulse pounding smiles. Damn, I even forgot to be nervous for a minute there but it returned tenfold when he said those infamous last words. “Don’t be nervous. Marcus still has no idea you’re going taking Matty’s place. I’m going to personally escort you out on stage and I’ll be with you when Marcus arrives for the big reveal.”

Nodding my head was all I was capable of doing at the moment. I nervously plucked at my fingers, and then I switched to twisting the belt of my robe before turning to the side to see how Matty was faring with Duncan, trying anything to occupy my mind in order to keep myself from freaking out. From the enamoured look on Matty’s face, it was evident his attention solely focused on the big man. I could tell that everything seemed alright in his world at the moment. When I turned back, it was to see a bottle of water dangling in front of my face and Nolan standing over me. He rested his large  hand on the back of my neck and gave me a calming, gentle squeeze as he urged me to take a sip of water. “You got this.” He whispered for my ears only and I drew on the warmth of his touch and breathed a calming breath out my mouth.

Soon enough there was a knock on the door and Nolan went to answer it. He quietly exchanged words with the person outside the room before turning back towards me. “It’s showtime pretty boy. Keep the robe on until I remove it.” He instructed as I got to my feet and silently walked to his side.

Matty got up from the sofa. He came over and wrapped me up in a tight hug. I’ll see you out there after your reveal. But I’ll know you’ll do great. Focus on Master Marcus. Remember he is yours and you own him.“ He reminded me and gave me one last squeeze before Nolan guided me out of the room and down the hallway. My stomach fluttered with the knowledge that I was finally doing this. Oh my God. I was going to perform a scene with my Master for everyone in the club to witness. The thought finally hit home and my steps faltered. The bustling sounds of the packed main floor floated around me and I could feel my heart pounding against my sternum. Panic was beginning  to set in when suddenly, a deep booming voice penetrated my fogged senses.

“Boy, look at me.” That whiskey toned cadence commanded, and my eyes flew up to Master Nolan’s face. The big man stepped into my personal space. He raised his hands and palmed my cheeks. His warm breath caressed my lips as he quietly whispered, “Settle.”

His fingers slipped into my hairline at the base of my skull and he began to rub slow, soothing circles over my tingling scalp. “That’s it baby boy, breathe with me and try to calm down. There is nothing to fear out there. I’m going to be right at your side until I hand you over into your Master’s care. Understand?”

I went to nod my head, but Nolan’s hypnotic voice stopped me. “Words baby boy, I need to hear your words. How are you supposed to respond to me?”

“Yes Sir.” I exhaled once more. “I understand, Sir.”

“Good boy. You’re calm now. Let’s go make your Dom thank his lucky stars you’ve chosen him as your Master. Shall we?”

“Yes Sir.” I said with a little more conviction behind my words. Master Nolan nodded his approval before he continued to steer me towards the back entrance of the main stage.

We got the bottom of the stairs and I squared my shoulders and took another deep fortifying breath. I’ve seen enough public scenes to know what I’d expect to see waiting for me on the other side of the heavy black velvet curtains. But the club members weren’t my concern. The man of which my entire world centered around is going to be waiting for me. I was doing the one thing he’s wanted more than anything else from me in this world other than my love and devotion of which he has until the end of time. I looked up into Master Nolan’s proud gaze and I felt my spirits already beginning to take flight, the edges of euphoria were already setting in, and with a newfound determination taking root in my heart.

I placed my hand my Master Nolan’s larger hand and allowed him to guide up the rest of the stairs and onto the stage platform. I gathered my courage like a cloak around me. I was finally as ready as I ever was going to be to do this. If after all this, I found that I was only going to be able to this for one night only, it was going to be tonight, right now, in this very moment, and I closed my eyes and promised myself I was going to make all of my Master’s dreams come true tonight.

Compulsion

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Compulsion

Shots of adrenaline pumped through my veins with each step I took towards the center of the darkened platform. There was a dim glow coming from the bright overhead lights seeping through the folds of the heavy curtains blocking me from the view of the main room. I could hear the low murmurs of conversation filtering through the atmosphere from the club’s patrons who were seated just a few feet away from where I was standing. No doubt they were anxiously awaiting the final demonstration of the evening.

As my eyes adjusted to the low light surrounding my immediate area, my breath hitched in my throat as I spied two sturdy steel pillars sticking up another raised dais located directly in the center of the stage. Soft leather cuffs where attached to several lengths of chain which in turn, connected to industrial O-rings located on both the upper and lower corners of the columns.

“Strip.” The stern command was barked out from somewhere behind me and I spun around on my heels. I nearly swallowed my tongue at the sheer magnificence of Master Nolan’s sculpted and very naked chest. The only adornments to those dinner plate size pecs were an array to skillfully done tattoos, and the drool worthy silver bars embedded through his nipples. The beaded ends of the jewelry merrily glittered away under the lights filtering through the curtains. Even his tattoos seemed have a life of their own. They rippled and moved with the man as he shamelessly flexed all those mouthwatering muscles for my viewing pleasure. Damn, Scottie was indeed a lucky, brave boy.

The synapses of my brain started firing once again and eventually my thought processes came back online. I quickly untied the sash holding the fluffy material together and Nolan stepped forward to take the garment from me. He indicated for me to spin around by turning one thick finger in a circular motion. I could feel my cheeks igniting in a fierce blush as I slowly complied with his request.

Nolan walked off to the side of the stage to hang my robe on a hook before returning to my side. “Your Master is going to be rendered speechless when he sets eyes on you, little one. He may not be able to remember his own name much or less what he’s supposed to be doing to your enticing little body if yours tonight. This is going to me so much fucking fun. I’ve been waiting to knock that ice-cold bastard of his pedestal for years.” Nolan chuckled darkly and the sound raised my hackles right along with his statement.

Immediately jumping to my man’s defense. “I… I thank you for all you’ve done for me tonight, but I’m not sure I want your involvement anymore if this is some kind of method to play a childish prank my husband. I don’t appreciate it at all.” I snapped defiantly. I crossed my arms across my chest and my chin jutted out stubbornly.

“Hold on there little hellcat. Whew, sheath those claws, baby boy. Now I see why Mr. Iceman melts every time he lays eyes on you. A timid kitten on the outside, but fierce lion on the inside.” Nolan held his hands up in surrender. “All joking aside, let me explain something to you. I’m not here to prank anyone or make light of your situation. I truly want to see both you and Marcus evolve and grow in your relationship together. I truly want you guys to connect deeply in the lifestyle and build upon what you obliviously both need and can only offer each other.”

“I’m sure you know your husband better than even knows himself. But Marcus and I have an extensive history. I’ve tried my best over the years to help him see the world in shades of color, not just black and white. He holds himself to a grueling rigid standard, and expects those around him to reciprocate in the same unfeeling manner. He’s only just started to let go some of that glacial stubbornness since he’s met and married you. But he still holds the world, and the people around at an arm’s length.”

Nolan dropped his arms to his side and shook his head. An exasperated sigh left his lips. “I just want him to know that it’s alright to let go sometimes. He takes the word serious to astronomical levels. He needs to allow his emotions to sweep him off his feet sometimes. It’s okay to get carried away in the safe, sane, and consensual environment of his own making. He won’t shatter if he feels something other than total control over of every facet of his life.”

Huffing out a placated breath, I conceded. “You are right about Marcus to a certain extent. He is like that with most people, but with me, he is the complete opposite. I don’t know all the details of his past. What his childhood was really like? I know enough and I don’t care or want to know more if telling me is going to open up old wounds and cause him pain. My husband would happily lie down and die for me. He shows the world the man he needs to be to gain his level of success. For me, he is the man I need him to be.”

“Fair enough little one. But it’s still going to be a hell of a show when he lays his eyes on you. I want to be up front and center when he does. Now, just please go along with my plans, it’s for his pleasure as well as yours. I will not touch you inappropriately, anything I do. It’s to entice the well-guarded beast simmering under the surface of that ice-cold façade.” He teased.

“Surely you want to experience the reason your man is revered as a Master of his craft. You’ve only touched the surface of his kinks, and I believe you want to dive into the deep end of that simmering pool. Don’t you? You want to feel the burn of all that ice searing across every nerve ending of your delicious little body?” His deep voice seduced my already hyperaware senses.

“There is no reason to deny it. I know it and you know it. There is no shame in that. It’s not welcomed here. Now, go stand directly the middle of those two columns centerstage and get into your present position. Do not make eye contact with your Master until I tell you to. I will be right behind you little lion, and I expect you to be fierce. Hold nothing back.” Nolan whispered in my ear, and my heart fluttered with anticipation like it’s about to take flight right out my chest.

The whole time the man had been talking, I fought to suppress the needy little moans from bubbling out of the back of my throat in reaction to his words. The man was a walking, talking, total mind fuck. My interest was definitely peeked, and my curiosity was threatening to get the better of me. His words ignited something within me. I wanted to know what the events in my Marcus’ life with this man made the him who he is today. I’ve only garnered bit and pieces of the story, I know Marcus’ father was a catalyst in his journey, but not the entire extent of the man’s involvement.

The man had been a downright unfeeling self-absorbed bastard. I picked up that perception with the fiasco his half-brother created when he’d attempted to embezzle millions from Marcus’ company and attempted to ruin his reputation and that of his club. I didn’t have time to dwell on it anymore. I refocused on the situation at hand when I heard Paulie’s booming timbre vibrated through the microphone system as he greeted our guests. Indicting to all that the show was moments away from starting.

Quickly scurrying over to the spot where Master Nolan had indicated for me to stand. I stood up tall with my head bowed, and my spine ramrod straight. Planting my feet slightly apart. My gaze firmly locked downwards onto the shiny wooden surface of the highly polished wood floor at my feet. My right hand clasped my left wrist behind my back. I felt rather than heard Nolan when stepped up right behind me. The heat radiating off his massive frame soothed my fraying nerves.

My reprieve didn’t last only, only seconds in fact. What little air I had left in my lungs exploded out of my parted lips when I noticed the riding crop he held securely in his hand in my peripheral vision. His other snaked around my waist. I couldn’t take my eyes off the red and black fronds of the instrument. My skin prickled and a shivered as he ran those fronds up the length of my leg, up my thigh, and stopped over the crest of my hip bone. Heat shimmered down the length of my spine as I recalled the delicious stinging sensations those knotted tips as they made contact against my skin the last time my Master’s previously used the instrument on me during one of our private playtimes.

“Eyes down pretty baby. We are about to give these people a scene to remember.” Nolan whispered against the outer shell of my ear. No sooner than I complied to his softly spoken order, the heavy curtains whooshed aside and revealed us to the applauding masses. The clapping of the audience came to an abrupt halt almost at once, it was if they had rehearsed it. Marcus’ sculpted, bare back was facing towards us and the sudden silence of the spectators and their slack jaw response to the picture I’m sure I made presenting myself with Master Nolan towering behind me had my Master’s head snapping up. Then, he quickly spun around on his heels and his awe-inspiring body froze right there on the spot.

Peeking up through the fringe of my lashes, I couldn’t help the quiver of heated anticipation that racked my entire body as I spied Marcus’ implement of choice perfectly coiled up in his right hand. From the length, color, and configuration of it. I easily recognized of one of his favorite toys. I’d say it was his custom made 4-foot, 12 plait single tail whip. I’ve never had the pleasure of experiencing that particular tail snapping across my body, but I’ve watched him practice with and over the years I’ve silently fantasized a million times about him wielding it with skill of a Master of his magnitude on poor unsuspecting me, in a situation just like this one. (Can I just say, “insert big, cheesy ass grin right here.”)

Just the thought of the burn and the multiple lines of reddened welts that wicked piece of equipment could leave behind in my unblemished skin had me almost groaning out loud. Nolan’s sexily dark chuckle rumbled through that massive chest behind me. The timbre and vibrations I felt, didn’t allow over excited my body calm itself in the least. I would be fulfilling one of my deepest fantasies tonight if Marcus was intent on demonstrating his mastery of handling that whip.

Long gone were the days a simple cock ring could still have the ability to shock my senses anymore. I’ve seen too much and I’ve learned so much over the years from my Dom and my friends about the different methods of play in his lifestyle, for which I’m grateful. I’ve found a safe place, and a good man who has always have allowed me to flourish in the life I have chosen without judgement. Tonight, I was going to take that final step in embracing my needs and the needs of my Dom, my heart and soul. I’ve wasted so much time and energy secretly fearing, but none the less craving so much more of the lifestyle Marcus has introduced me to, and tonight I finally going to stop letting my fears take precedence over the bliss I should be sharing with the love of my life.

The yearning in my chest blossomed to an almost compulsive need, and a tremulous little whimper of pure desire escaped my lips. Nolan bent at his knees and leaned slightly forward, still the man towered over me, almost engulfing my smaller frame completely. He brought those luscious lips right to next to the outer curve of my ear, and the Master Dom began weaving a spell of wickedly whispered, filthy words. My body heated with the pictures he was painting with that sinfully deep cadence. My knees wobbled as his large palm rubbed enticingly slow, measures circles over my butterfly riddled abdomen.

Marcus stood absolutely motionless in front of us. He hadn’t uttered one single word, and the only thing on him that was moving were those intense molten mercury eyes. His glittering gaze followed every minute movement of Nolan’s fingers as the digits caressed a pattern of circles over my flushed skin. I barely noticed that the crowd were all leaning forward on the edges of their seat as if waiting on baited breath for whatever it was that was going to happen next. I could feel my own respirations picking up speed, and I had to fight my own body’s reactions to regain my focus. I had to find my center before I spiraled right off this stage.

The pulsing rhythm of my leaking cock, and my heart accelerated when Marcus slowly prowled closer. He looked like a fierce predator who had set his sights on its helpless prey. With each step he took, my dick grew harder and strained against the leather cup of my indecent jock. The material barely managed to contain my straining shaft. My balls quivered and a fine sheen of sweat broke across the surface of my skin. My body shivered and I found myself lightheaded when the tips of those steel toe combat boots stopped in my line of vision as O kept my gaze on the floor of my Master’s feet. The very air around us shivered with anticipation, expectation, and promises of decadence this night, this very scene could bring.

Master Nolan’s softly spoken command barely penetrated my lust addled brain. I could already feel the endorphins in my body rearing up to have a hell of a party. My vision darkened around the edges, but I gritted my teeth and fought to hold on and witness my reality. “Raise those pretty baby blue eyes and acknowledge your Master, baby boy.”

Oh God, this was it. This has to be one of the most defining moments in my life, the life I’ve shared thus far with this amazing man. I was going to lift my eyes to meet those of the man fate had designed solely for me. Was I going to see his approval? Is he going to be proud of me? The acid in my stomach churned. Was I going to disappoint him? The questions ate at me, but the glide of Nolan’s pinky finger along the waist band mere centimeters of the tip of my wet cock had my thighs quivering and my head spinning.

My Master raised the hand holding his whip. The tip of the handle pressed gently against my chin and he raised my head. My gaze slowly traveled up the length of his body. I knew every inch of that chiseled frame better than I knew my own. Marcus was able to generously fill out those butter soft leather pants like no one else. Everyone else paled in comparison to him in my eyes. The muscles of his prominent six pack set my mouth to watering, my fingers tingles with the need to touch and reacquaint myself with the smooth texture of his skin. I wanted to rake my fingers through the trail of hair trickling into the waistline of his pants.

His pecs flexed for me, tempting me even more into the sensual haze Master Nolan continued to paint across the canvas of already depraved thoughts. I needed, all the nerves endings in my body had turned into one finely attuned instrument, only my Master know how to play and conquer. I found myself leaning forward, unconsciously seeking to get closer to the object of all my desires. But Master Nolan’s hand kept me in place and I almost resented it, until my eyes met the man who effortlessly Mastered me, the only man to Master me, and who will forever take full command of me.

My Master’s Husky voice had my eyelids fluttering close as the husky silkiness reverberated all the way to my soul. “My heart, is this what you truly want? You want to publicly show the perfection of your submission to me on this stage tonight?”

As his question wove its way into my barely cognizant senses. I held my breath for a minute before forming the words necessary to answer my Master with a surety generating from the bottom of my heart. Even Master Nolan’s mind-numbing caresses and his shameless words instantly stopped as if he senses that I needed all my faculties intact without distractions to answer my Dom.

“Yes Sir. I am sure. I want to publicly submit to you.” I clearly stated loud and proud for all to hear my words and understand there is nothing I wouldn’t do or this man.

“So be it.” My Dom proudly acknowledged and the look of pride mixed with the unadulterated lust burning in those shimmering silver orbs almost brought me to my knees. My cock jerked violently against the restrictive leather surrounding it. I swore if I wasn’t wearing them, I would’ve spurted cum all over this stage like a garden sprinkler. The picture that formed in my head of me spinning in a half circle and jerking back in the other direction while spraying the audience with cum worked wonders for easing the intensity of the moment. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep a silly little, almost hysterical giggle from escaping.

All of my amusement fled, and lust roared to life like a wildfire being fed pure oxygen when my Master snapped out the command, “restrain him.” to Master Nolan before turning to pace away from me, exactly two to three feet away. I had to swallow the lump of pure anxiety threatening to choke me when I calculated that my Dominant was standing at a perfect distance to wield his weapon of choice.

He’d placed himself within perfect striking distance of me, where I’ll be able to feel the force and the sting without the instrument breaking skin or drawing blood. My Marcus knew that was one of my hard limits. My dick spurted out another copious amount of pre-ejaculate into my jock strap. I was surprised my fluids were leaking down my inner thighs at this point. I felt like I was dripping like a broken faucet ever since my foot touched the bottom step of the stairs leading up to the stage.

Master Nolan wasted no time with complying with my Dom’s arrogant order. He quickly and efficiently had both my wrists and ankles secured in the soft cuffs. The chains rattled as he secured the measured length to the columns. My hands were loosely held away from my sides, and my feet were spread apart. I pictured myself resembling the anatomical figure of a man illustrated in many medical anatomy and physiology publications. Of course, I was the kinky version, not completely nude, but still scantily clad wearing nothing but a leather jock strap. My pale ass cheeks on display and majority of everything else except my rigid cock for all to see.

“Perfection.” Master Nolan murmured in my ear before he stepped around me and made his way over to my Master. The audience had yet to make even an utterance of sound and the avidly watched the two powerhouse clasp hands in a show of respect to each other. My balls nearly exploded as Master Nolan reached out and forcefully snagged Marcus by the throat and jerked him forward.

The muscles in Master Nolan’s thick biceps rippled and flexed with the sudden movement. My balls nearly exploded as the big man turned his head and whispered something that had my Dom’s sexy lips curling into a wicked smile before he nodded and heartily patted the larger man on his back. Master Nolan released him and walked to the edge of the platform and effortlessly leapt down onto the main floor below the stage.

Several sets of eyes watched the esteemed Dominant as he made a beeline for his own blushing boy. Nolan unceremoniously lifted his little love’s slight body right out of his plush seat. Nolan planted his large frame into the chair and settled Scottie firmly in the cradle of his lap. The hauntingly beautiful man’s slender back was plastered against the wide muscled chest behind him. Scottie’s smile eclipsed the sun on the brightest day as he shyly winked at me before snuggling even further into his husband’s much larger body.

A few of the men surrounding them reached down and palmed what I was sure to be painfully rigid cocks at the feast they, like myself were fortunate to have just witnessed the brief but sexy as hell show of force Nolan exerted over Marcus when he reeled him in like he weighed absolutely nothing. Like the smaller stature Dom wasn’t a force to be reckoned with in his own right. The power lying just under Nolan’s tattooed skin was scary yet so fucking enticing all at the same time. But for me, no one could ever compete with my soul mate, my arrogantly adorable, loving husband.

Completion

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Completion

The dais on which I was standing suddenly moved and a shocked squeak that escaped me. My eyes flew to my Master unrepentant stare. The smug grin curling one side of his sexy mouth had me biting my lips as I was turned slightly from left to right on full display for our avid audience’s view. I quickly realized Marcus held a remote in his hand that controlled whatever turntable beneath my feet.

Finding my balance, I didn’t know whether I was astonished with the extravagance of the high-tech staging, or annoyed to feel like a rotisserie chicken in a display case. I was getting ready to stick my bottom lip out in a pout of indignation. But my facial features froze when I saw the barely contained look pride emitting from my Master’s eyes. Marcus’ enamored gaze roamed every inch of my exposed body. I felt the smoldering fire in his eyes like an actual physical caress on my skin.

The turntable stopped and once again, I found myself facing the crowd. I couldn’t help the sudden urge to preen like a peacock as my gaze wandered from the varying looks of raw desire, to absolute envy of the club’s patrons as they continued to watch the unfolding of the scene. Our close friends had wide, encouraging smiles on their faces. My eyes found their way back to my Master. He was addressing the crowd.

But my blood was rushing through ears, I barely heard a word he said to our peers. It wasn’t until he flicked his wrist and my sole focus zeroed in on the graceful, unfurling coil of his whip. Time slowed down, it felt like everything was happening in slow motion. All of my senses were acutely attuned to one person and one person only, my Master. The entire room seemed to have faded away as I watched him raise one muscled arm over his head.

The snapping sound of the whip had my body shuddering as if I’d already been struck by that uncompromising single tail, and my nerve endings were waiting to register the blazing burn of contact. The crowd roared with whatever Marcus said before he turned the full attention towards me. The saliva in my mouth dried up as the man swaggered over and stepped up onto the dais with me. I had the tilt my head backwards to lookup into his reverent gaze. My fluttering little heart would never get tired of the way this man looked at me. Marcus always made me feel like I was the center of his universe whenever his eyes met mine. But right now, that smoky glare was a hundred times more potent.

Marcus closed his beautiful steel gray eyes. He leaned slightly forward to place his forehead against mine. His warm, minty breath brushed over my dry lips. I couldn’t help but to lick along my bottom lip. I desperately wanted to know if I could taste his very essence in the air between us. I was already having difficulty controlling the raging inferno building inside my veins, but it was his next uttered words that had me fearing I was on the cusp of going into respiratory failure.

“You honor me. From that first fateful day when you stumbled into my private elevator, to the day I put my ring on your finger, and every day after that. You’ve been the sun in which my world revolves around. I live for you. I ache for you. I need you. I’d die for you. I’m so damnably in love you.” Marcus drew a deep breath as if he needed a moment to gather himself.

“You are my strength, and I know standing here in front of everyone we know is difficult for you. But here you are, my pride and my joy. You wanting to bravely show the world how you please me, for putting my needs before your own humbles me. Thank you, my love. You are my heart and for so many years, I’ve been a Dominant, I’ll never possess not even an iota of the strength you do, for you my heart, I’ll kneel for you.”

Oh, my sweet Jesus, my Master placed his whip at my feet and slowly sank down onto his knees in front of me. My mouth gaped wide open as a stunned hush fell over the gathered crowd. Marcus went even further and bent forward at his waist. He kissed me on first one bare foot and then the other.

He slowly and painstakingly kissed his way up my body before placing a heartbreaking beautifully tender kiss on my chest, right over my pounding heart. He slowly rose to his feet. He leaned over pecked me on my lips before making his way over to the cloth draped table to the left of the stage’s platform.

The crowd went wild, our friends shot to their feet clapping like crazy while Marcus caught my eye and winked at me like just didn’t annihilate me. God, this man knew how to wreck me, but then, he was always more than capable of picking up my pieces and putting me back together again.

The back of my eyes burned with unshed tears, and I had to blink of few times to keep myself from crying like a baby where everyone could see. I made the mistake of looking towards Gavin, and I had to bite my lips once again to keep myself giggling. My emotions were all over the place.

Gavin was bawling like he’d been the one up here instead of me experiencing Marcus’ heart wrenching display of devotion. Poor Damien was valiantly trying to mop up unstoppable tears spilling from down my emotional friend’s mottled cheeks.

After a minute or two, he just gave up all together and hauled Gavy onto his lap and began rubbing soothing circles on his heaving back. I didn’t blame him for his tears, not even a little bit. I was trying to hold it together, and my best friend has had front row seats over the years as he watched and supported Marcus and I joining as our lives together as one.

A movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. I wanted to lean to the side to see what Marcus was doing that had the crowd once again applauding, but I held my stance. I was determined to make Marcus feel like the God he is amongst men tonight. If I never set foot back on this stage after this, tonight will forever be imprinted in my man’s memory as another awesome milestone we conquered in the life we have created together thus far.

My Master had flicked the cloth off the table and discarded the material at his feet. He held up something up in his hands in front of him. He made a show of setting one of the items back down on the table.

With his naked back still facing me, he made a show of working with something before he picked up whatever it was, he’d originally set down. When he turned, I felt my hole clench with anticipation when I saw the now glistening glass butt plug, he held in one hand and a several slicked-up digits of his other hand.

A sexy smug smirk graced my Dominant’s lips as he confidently stalked toward me. He all but waved the butt plug and my eyes had no choice but to follow his every action. With every step he took, my breathing intensified. (Can we again revisit the respiratory failure issue). 

“I don’t have to tell you where this is going, pet. Do I?”

“No, Master.” I breathlessly responded.

“Safe word.” Marcus demanded as he lazily strolled around my trembling body.

I gave him a cheeky grin before I uttered. “Noodles, Sir.”

Marcus chuckled as he drew to a stop directly behind me. He stepped up until the front of his body pressed against my back, from chest to thigh. I had to bite back a desperate moan as the ridge of his impressive erection pressed against the small of my back.

“Look at them baby. They are just as mesmerized by you as I am. They want to be the one up here touching the perfection that you are. Anyone of them would sacrifice their soul to be in my shoes right now. I promise you, you’re going to start a mass orgy tonight with all of them fantasizing about sinking their dripping cocks into this tight little body.” He crooned my ear.

Any hope I had of controlling the slutty, wonton moan from bellowing out of the depths of my gut vanished when those thick, lubed fingers effortlessly slid into the crease of my ass. The blunt tip on his middle digit pushed against my quivering entrance.

“Yes, that’s it, baby. Open up for me, let me into heaven. Know who owns this ass. Who Masters it? You are mine. Mine alone and they can’t have you.” He wicked words continued to assault my sensitized cock. The relief I knew was going to be long time in coming had my dick weeping as it pulsed out a dangerous rhythm against the leather covering it.

The delicious burn of his finger penetrating me, had me going up on my toes. I threw my head back on his shoulder as he sank the digit all the way into my spasming hole. I clenched my eyes shut and fireworks exploded behind my eyelids when he curved that long finger and pegged my prostate dead on. From that moment on, I was one big ball of raw sensations. I blocked out everything, but the man working my body like he designed it for his purposes alone.

Marcus brought to the brink of insanity, only to back off long enough to for me gain some type awareness. Then he would repeat the process all over again. I swore my prostate must have inflated to the size of an orange, the way he massaged me into a blubbering quivering mess.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, my love.” He grunted as he withdrew his fingers from my body. I didn’t have time to whimper in protest before he shoved the butt plug deep into my channel with one powerful thrust. Instead, I threw my head back and cried out my pleasure long and loud.

My Master glided around to the front my body once more. He leaned over and grabbed my jaw with one hand, securely holding me in place. He leaned to the side allowing me an unhindered view of our audience. Couples were brazenly fucking each other right there in their seats. Some of the Doms had their beautiful boys bent over their seat while forcefully jackhammering into the blissed-out boys from behind. Our friends were included among the masses participating in the depravity happening on the main floor of the club. Others were giving or receiving spectacular blow jobs or otherwise jacking themselves off.

My Master was correct in his predictions. The night was turning out to be a free for all of epic proportions. Even with all the sex, the exposed flesh, and the raw fucking going on. All eyes were steadfastly centered on us, and it was god dammed empowering.

“Look at them, baby. They are already fucking like animals. You’re capable of driving any sane man to his fucking knees.” Marcus leaned forward and licked my tears off my face. I hadn’t even realized I’d literally been crying out my frustrations until his tongue swiped across my cheek.

“I taste your fucking desire, and I want more. I want it all, and you are going to give it to me.” His voice shimmered with his Dominance, and I couldn’t help the feeling of pride inflating in my middle of my chest knowing I’d unleashed my Masters’ unyielding hold on his emotions. Marcus was truly and deeply entrenched in his Dominant, kinky ass mind set of the likes I’ve never experienced before. I was ready to combust into a ball of flames. I was so fucking hot and bothered. He stalked away from me and swiped his whip from the floor at my feet.

Sweat poured off my skin like water when Marcus snapped out the length of his favorite toy. The sexual grunts and groans of the crowd performing sexual acts around us dwindled into silence. Marcus looked me in the eye and his silent question had me nodding my ascent for him to begin. Everything disappeared, all of the faces. All sounds, everything vanished when the dais rotated until I was facing the back of the stage.

A hush fell over everything. The only warning I received was a displacement of air when the whip arched through space. Then, all of sudden, a blooming crest of pain slashed across my lower back. Before I could even react to the bone deep conflagration of fire tearing its way across my flesh, another strike had the length of the whip wrapping its way around my right thigh. The tip forcefully smacked against my butt cheek jolting the plug, pushing it deeper into my channel and pegging my prostate. A cry of sheer ecstasy was ripped from my throat.

“Yes, scream for me. I want to hear all your pleasure, all your pain.” Marcus growled behind me. Another arch of pain radiated across my shoulder blades, and that’s when it felt like my very soul separated from my body.

The feeling was unreal, unlike anything I’ve ever encountered before when Marcus sent me into subspace. This, this was like I was transported to the gates of heaven, and I’m looking down and experiencing the most monumentous moments of my life. Nothing could have compared to the feeling of utter and sheer euphoria as Marcus sent me flying.

Words couldn’t describe the feelings, the gut-wrenching emotions, and the pure unadulterated love bounding through my veins for this man. Nothing and no one mattered, especially when he dropped the whip, manually spun the turntable so I was facing him. He effortlessly hoisted me up in the air. The chains rattled as the O-rings automatically adjusted to my new position.

My quivering arms wrapped around his neck, and I crossed my ankles at the small of his back. I held on for dear life. Marcus fingertips teased the stretched rim of my entrance, I felt my spine-tingling suction of my body trying to hold onto the plug. My Master was removed from my open hole. My channel finally released it with a wet popping sound, and my Dom immediately replaced it with his hot, pulsing shaft.

If someone had later asked me what I’d said to Marcus as he impaled me over and over on his cock. As he used his upper body strength and brute force to bounce me up and down on his rigid shaft until I was screaming, crying, and shamelessly beginning for more. I wouldn’t be able to tell you.

My Master fucked me into oblivion right there on the stage. He managed to take my fantasy and transform it into a transcending experience of mind, body, and soul. I could’ve never imagined it, not even in my wildest dreams, that my body was capable of withstanding such earth-shattering pleasure. That was only until Marcus’ one command punched through my sex induced delirium. I swore my heart stopped as Marcus shouted, “Baby, come now!”

Life as I knew ended and began in that one single moment, my cock exploded between us. My shaft was trapped and rubbed almost raw against Marcus’ chiseled abdomen as he powered into my body. Line after line of white, milky cum exploded with such repetitive force from my balls, it was almost painful.

Marcus roared like a conquering warrior. His long, thick cock throbbed deep within my body. His hot release coated my inner channel. I swore I lost consciousness for an undetermined amount of time. It may have been only minutes, or it may have taken hours between the time our friends wrapped us up in warm blankets. They’d swept us off the stage to our aftercare suite while the crowd was on their feet. We received a standing ovation. They continued to make a ruckus loud enough to be heard out on the sidewalk if someone opened the soundproofed outer doors.

Finding completion was too tame a phrase to describe what had transpired between us on the main stage tonight, in front of everyone we knew, and associated with in the lifestyle. After years of marriage, and joining our bodies as one on multiple occasions. Making love countless times to each other. This moment right here had completely bound not only our hearts, but our very souls together for all eternity.

That very same night, I laid in our marital bed, in our home protectively entangled in my husband’s strong, loving embrace. A smile that refused to leave my face since I opened my eyes early in the wee hours of the morning in our darkened bedroom. I knew deep in my heart that he was mine and I as his. I’d done it. I’d proudly submitted everything I am to my Master. We were completely, solely, and forever perfectly matched in every way.

The End, but is it really? 

** Don’t forget to leave me a comment as you guys can. You all are awesome let me know you think, xoxo Thank you for another journey. I have to laugh at myself. I can never write a one shot. They always turn out into short stories. I hope you enjoyed this. Keep an eye out, I may drop another surprise sometime in the future…xoxo Dianna.*** Happy New Year, 2019. <3