A Wifey for the Bad Boy(9)

"They're based in reality," he pointed out and she giggled, feeling a little embarrassed. She was such a newbie to all of this.

They drifted from area to area, and she watched a muscle-bound man  getting flogged by a tiny woman, two women whipping a man, a woman  completely covered in latex with a straw in her mouth. Everywhere she  turned there was another scene, another sensory delight, another over  the top display of power and the give and take between humans. The  patrons crossed all lines, young and old, costumes to casual clothing.  All races were represented here. It was a true BDSM-centric melting pot.

Melissa stood quietly at Glenn's side as he took her through the club,  her body and soul reacting to not only his magnetism, but the obvious  strength in the Dominants and the care they gave to their submissives.  It was a different world here and one she desperately wanted to become a  part of.

"Are you done?" he asked her after an hour or so.

"Done?" she asked, turning to look at him.

"With observing." There was some weight to those words, and she watched him, uncertain how to respond.

"I … guess?"

"Come with me. Private room. Upstairs."

"I … " Her mind was whirling.

"Melissa, you want this. Don't pretend you don't. I'm willing to give  this to you here, on neutral territory. You have only to say yes."

"Yes," she whispered, surprising herself. And her body too, apparently,  as the thought of him dominating her caused her panties to soak right  through with her juices.

Glenn brought her to a room with a keypad entry and entered a code. He  let her go in first, shutting the door firmly behind her, and she had  the sense that it was symbolic of closing one aspect of her life and  starting a new one.

She was ready.



Glenn watched her responses and reactions as she took in the variety of  scenes. A mid-month Friday wasn't the most exciting time at the club,  but there had been a variety of scenes, from breathplay to sensory  stimulation, and she'd seemed to get some benefit from each situation.  Now, he'd have her in his lair, and see what she responded to.

He thought he had her figured out. Maybe he did.

"Melissa, get on your knees. Your safe word will be mustard. Do you understand me?"

"Yes." Her voice was breathy now, giving her a vulnerability that he couldn't wait to explore.

"You'll do everything I say, unless you cannot. In that case, use your safe word and the scene will end."

"For good?"       

   





"For tonight."

She nodded, dropping to her knees. Her hands clasped together at the  small of her back, and she stared at the ground, her back erect. She  made a beautiful picture, her long, black hair spilling over her  shoulders.

He tucked that hair behind one ear, stroking up the column of her throat. She swallowed hard.

"Melissa, this is new to you, so I'm going to give you some autonomy here. Tell me what you want."

"You."

In the ambient light of the room, he could see the color flaring on her cheeks.

"Do you want me to dominate you?" he asked, pressing her.

"I...maybe?" She clearly didn't know how to answer it and he nodded, his mind made up.

"How do you want me, Melissa?"

"Fucking me." She seemed surprised that she'd said the words, but once  they were out, she couldn't bring them back. Instead, she swallowed  hard, working against what must be her nerves.

"More than me dominating you right now?"

"I...yes?" She seemed uncertain, but then she stilled, and he sensed her  going deep into thought. "Yes," she said, more firmly. "I want … "

He could finish that thought. "You want a Dominant who you care about, someone who has an investment in you. Is that right?"

"Yes."

He'd suspected that, and it wasn't at all hard to lead her to the  realization. Glenn reached for her hands, tugging her to her feet, and  kissed her deeply. It was a possession, no doubt about it. He commanded  her mouth to open for him, and plunged his tongue deep inside, moaning  against the pliancy of her lips. Melissa sagged, and he brought her to  the bed, stretching her out, never once breaking the kiss.

Her legs were splayed open and Glenn could feel the wet heat of her  permeating the fabric. He leaned in, breathing her scent deeply, taking  it well into his soul.

He unzipped her jeans, wanting to smell her more richly, wanting to have  her juices all over him. Melissa's head fell back on the bed, and Glenn  groaned at the sight of her. The tunic hung slightly off her shoulders,  exposing the beautiful swells of her breasts and skimming the tops of  her thighs. As he yanked the jeans down, peeling them and her heels off,  the scent of her rose, and he rested his head on her soft stomach,  tasting her on the air.

Glenn was too keyed up to be slow and gentle now, but he wanted to  worship her. She deserved worshipping. He pulled down her bikinis,  laughing when they clung to her wet flesh.

"Sit up," he instructed, once the scrap of soaked fabric was tossed aside. "Take off your tunic and bra."

She nodded, nimble fingers working. His were bigger and clumsier and he  had to concentrate to get his shirt unbuttoned quickly. His pants and  shoes were easier to remove and he spent a second in thanks that he  hadn't worn underwear tonight. He'd known how this was going to end up.  Hell, she probably had as well.

She was naked now, watching him, her brown eyes darting every which way.  He wanted to take her slowly, make their first time pure lovemaking,  but he was lost on a sea of something he'd never experienced before.

"Safe?" he ground out, looking into the basket by the bed. He really  didn't want to glove up, but he was a responsible lover, and if that was  what she needed, he'd do so.

"Yeah. You?"

He grunted his assent. "Touch me, get me ready," he told her, his  fingers delving into her folds. He spread her moisture all over, making  her ready for him, her hand curving around his cock. She pumped him  slowly, seeing to adjust her strokes to how he responded.

"Easy," he told her after a few minutes. He was too close to the edge to allow much more, as wonderful as her hand felt on him.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, you're doing everything right."

He leaned in and kissed her deeply and she whimpered, her body bucking  upward. Glenn stretched out over her, looking into her big, beautiful  eyes. "Say yes, Melissa."

"Yes!"

He nudged himself inside and seated himself deeply, his body already  beginning to shake with the effort of holding back. He wanted to take  her hard and fast, wanted to drag her climaxes out of her rather than  mere coaxing, wanted her screaming on the end of his cock.

It didn't quite work that way.

Once he was gloved in her heat, the basest part of his animal nature  took over, leaving him as much a participant as she was, while their  passions ruled them. Glenn drove deep inside her, striving only for one  end; their mutual explosions. Them falling apart together. He was just a  passenger in this ride, and that was fine with him.

"Please!" Melissa cried out, her body shaking as hard as his was. Good,  too, because he was coming apart whether she liked it or not.       

   





"Now, now" he chanted and she screamed. Her passionate sounds drove his  climax out of him and he exploded inside her, seeing stars. Glenn barely  managed to roll over before he was unconscious, sated as he'd never  been before.

Melissa was perfect for him.

Melissa awoke slowly, turning to look at Glenn sleeping beside her. He'd  done the unexpected, they'd had sex as equals rather than doing a  scene, and in the weak light of morning, she realized that meant a lot  more to her than if they'd ended a scene with it. There was a rightness  to them being together here on common ground, rather than the realities  of their careers or her newfound understanding of his dominant nature.

"Morning," he whispered, startling her. He'd been so still that she  hadn't realized he'd awakened. She watched his eyes open with a little  bit of wonder. How was it that this man was interested in her, at her  weight, with the extra baggage to spare.

"Morning," she replied, feeling a little self-conscious. Plus, she had needs she had to attend to.

"Bathroom is in here, just slide the mirrored wall aside."

Had he thought of everything? she wondered. She went to the bathroom and  he joined her, taking a leisurely shower with her, wrapping her and  himself in thick towels. He called to someone, and a few minutes later,  breakfast, and some clothes were delivered. How had he gotten her sizes  so perfect, she wondered.

"What happens now?" Melissa asked between bites of an excellent blueberry muffin.

"Now?"

"With us, I mean. Do we go back to normal?"

He blinked a few times and she could see him turning that over in his head. "This is the new normal. We're dating."

How like him to declare it like that.

"Okay," she said, secretly pleased. "But we have to keep this out of the office."