Thoroughly Whipped

“Yes, Maître,” I said, as his hand skirted down my arm, across my breasts, and between my legs. His touch was a silent promise of what was to come. I wanted to be just his. The main room was overwhelming. In this chambre…it was a kind of freedom I’d never felt before.

“Bon.” He got up from the bed. “You have been good tonight, mon petit chaton.” I found myself relishing his praise. “I cannot wait until we play again. Bonne nuit, ma chérie.”

Maître left through his private door. The gong sounded through the building, and I went home, still feeling his lips kissing every inch of my skin.

Chapter Ten

“I can’t believe you let him do that, Faith!” Amelia said, wide eyed.

I took a sip of my coffee. For weeks I had been under Maître’s control, and thus underneath him. “What’s a little gentle caning between friends?” I said, shrugging. Things had progressed in Maître’s chambre. And every time I stepped away from NOX, I craved my return.

“Whatever floats your boat, I say,” Sage agreed.

“You’ve been tied to spreader bars, put in stocks, tied to a St Andrews Cross—”

“A firm favorite,” I interrupted.

“You’ve been flogged and caned. And now he’s training you to not come until he says so?” Amelia said in exasperation.

“Delayed gratification. It’s amazing,” I said and shook my head. “It’s like he’s a magician and my body magically cannot release until he says so. It’s crazy. And you come so much harder when you hold off. I actually think I might have passed out for a few seconds last time.”

“It’s impressive, is what it is,” Novah remarked.

“Don’t you ever just want normal sex?” Amelia asked.

I thought about her question. “I wouldn’t rule it out, but I love all the kink. Never thought I’d buy into it, but here we are.”

“And Maître?” Sage asked.

At the mention of Maître Auguste, I felt tingles along my spine. I knew it wasn’t a good thing. He was my sex club master and I his siren. But every time I was with him, I could feel something inside me starting to change, a fondness toward him starting to grow. I would find myself praying his mask would fall off. I wanted to know who was underneath his disguise so much it was a borderline obsession. He fucked like a sex god, but it was the aftercare I craved most. Obviously, he was the first master I’d ever had. I had no idea how other masters treated their subs. But when I laid against his chest, his skin warm and smelling of mahogany and tobacco because of his cologne, I never wanted to move.

“Oh shit,” Sage said, whipping to face me. “You like him.”

“Of course I like him. I’m sleeping with him.”

“No, he’s right,” Amelia said and placed her hands on my cheeks. She searched my eyes. “Faith, you have feelings for him. This is how you looked during the Oscar Dempsey episode in sophomore year.”

I laughed but felt the truth of those words spanking my ass as hard as Maître’s cane could. “Not true,” I argued.

“Can you fall for your master?” Novah asked. “I mean, you don’t even know what he looks like. He could be sitting in the booth next to us right now, and you’d have no clue.” She was right of course. It wasn’t a just that I liked Maître. I was infatuated with him, with his hands and confidence in the bedroom. No man had ever pleasured me like he did. I was completely addicted.

“He’s hot. I know he is. A man with that kind of strut and sexual prowess cannot be anything but.”

“He said himself that the club is just one big role-play. What if his affection toward you is just sexual? Or what if he’s just playing the part really well?” Amelia said.

A pain akin to a blade being plunged into my chest hit me with blunt-force speed. “Look,” I said, flicking back my hair. “I don’t like him that way. Like you said, it’s impossible to know the real man underneath all the theatrics. It’s sex, sex I’m writing about for a feature. That’s all there is to it.”

My three friends were silent at that, which was a feat in itself. We never shut up. “Nove?” I said and gathered my jacket and purse. “Are you ready? Sally’s only out until ten and I’ve got a meeting with her. I think we’ve stretched out breakfast enough.” She stood and grabbed her things. “See you hookers at home,” I said to Sage and Amelia. I kissed Sage on his cheek, then Amelia.

“We love you,” Amelia said softly, weirdly causing a lump to block my throat. “We just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I know,” I said and pulled my best friend in for a hug. I could never accuse them all of not caring. “I’ll be fine, I promise. Time is quickly running out with Maître anyway. Weeks, that’s all.”