Pleasure/Pain

1

Nick

PRESENT DAY

"Oh, yeah, you like that?" ask the stripper whose tits are pressed up in my face. My hand reaches out for my highball, shaking the glass with more interest for the condensation around the base then I have for the nipples that were pressed against my mouth just a second ago.

I point to my cock, and she follows. "Good girl," I say, and I turn my attention back to my best friend and the reason I'm at this club right now. I need to talk to him.

Still, I'm not quite ready to spill my fucking guts out. Not yet.

I already know I'm out of sorts because this girl is running her hands down my eight-pack abs and I'm just ignoring her, despite her purring sounds and obvious, real pleasure with what's she's feeling. I know how good I look in this suit, and women who aren't expecting a wad of bills still throw themselves all over me. Normally I don't ignore pussy so readily, but...I'm distracted. First though I'll talk to Jeremy. He's been through more this year than most of us are in a lifetime. He's my best friend, and he needs to talk as much as I need to. Maybe more.

"Jeremy, I don't know how you handled it all. After Carter…” I clank my whiskey glass against his and sigh, not even bothering to finish that sentence. You will find out soon enough just how Jeremy's long road to being a man with the love of his life…and a new best friend (Carter being the old best friend and when I tell you that ended badly, you just won’t believe it until you read it). Well, his year was totally fraught with all kinds of insanity. Enough to make me use words like 'fraught.' English professor or not, that's not the sort of word that you think when a tanned blonde is rubbing her perfect ass up and down your cock.

"Yes, we've both had a hell of a go of it," Jeremy laughs. "But you seem to be doing okay?" He nods to the girl who's shaking everything she's got on me, and I realize...I'm just not paying any attention to the woman who should have my cock standing at full attention.

Part of it is because this sort of vanilla action doesn't do much for me. Strippers are kind of boring if they aren't tied up, getting spanked, and begging you to come. Yeah, did I mention that Jeremy and I met through a much more selective gentlemen's club we use to both belong to? Jeremy's settled down with a woman that shares all his dark desires. And when I say all...well let's just say this story would already be rated R, but Jeremy and Carrie really up the rating on that. There will be blood where those two are involved, but they're happy and content. I'm not the kind of asshole that they cut down, either, so I don't have anything to worry about.

Yeah, that's a whole other story. We're talking about me today.

Talking about how my 12 inch cock is hard, sure, but I've got no interest in the girl trying to reach inside my trousers and free it.

"No thanks," I say, which is just about the craziest thing I've ever said to a woman that was probably about to suck my cock.

"Fuck, really?" she says, looking up at me and putting her hands on her hips.

I reach inside my wallet and toss a wad of hundreds at her. "Yeah, fuck off," I tell her. She takes the money and gives me the finger. I suppose that's fair.

"So you want to tell me her name, because I know that's why you wanted to talk, or should you let your cock ignore a bunch more dancers until you've pissed off the entire club and your balls still have someone else's name written on them?" Jeremy takes a swig of his drink and I narrow my eyes at him.

"That was quite the mouthful. When did you get so judgmental?" I pull out my phone though because Jeremy's fucking right.

I'm very fucking hung up on Caroline. She was supposed to be nothing more than a simple fuck, we had a very basic arrangement that I've had with countless other submissives. I control my urges just fine and find suitable play partners.

So why does this girl have some kind of claim on my cock already?

"Look at her answers," I say, handing Jeremy my phone after I've handed pulled up Caroline's KinkLife profile. In the past, Jeremy and I have shared more than a few women, so it makes sense that we're aware of each other's proclivities.

But I know he sees what I see. Two really dirty words that not everyone can appreciate it, but stay with me, okay?

Pain slut.

Now that's not exactly the kind of term a girl's mother wants to hear, but I play with very bad girls…and I’m their Daddy, not their mother. These girls I fuck are ones who like getting spanked, whipped, tied up, and fucked. A pain slut enjoys and gets off on someone inflicting pain on them for sexual purposes.

someone like me.

So you're starting to see why I'm so caught up in this girl, Caroline.

Jeremy looks at the profile pictures, giving me looks of course because I know he's married and allergic to looking at another woman's pussy. When he came in, he handed a fat wad of cash to the house mom to make sure no girl touched him. A far cry from what he and I used to do in a place like this, or someplace with a kinkier reputation.

But this is different. So him looking at these pictures of her bare ass, well these are his eyes looking in a friendship capacity. "That ass...well, it is even better to spank in person. The way she moans," I swallow.

Her limits are listed, or what limits she does have. They're...well, they were enough to make me agree to meet up with her. In a BDSM relationship, you need a solid understanding of limits between two parties -- limits are what each person is willing to do or not do in a sexual encounter. Seeing that her limits were pretty intense, I thought, okay, we can really have some fun together.

I messaged her, we met up, and we fucked. It wasn't supposed to...okay, yes, I know I sound like a little bitch right now, but it wasn't supposed to mean something. Now, I can't get images of her out of my mind. I'm thinking about how she breathes when she comes right now and my cock is twitching.

Why am I thinking about the sound of her heart beating while she was tied up on my St. Andrew's Cross?

Baby, if my face is pressed between your tits and I'm listening to your heartbeat as you come down from a post-orgasmic high? Well, I'm in too deep.

There's a such thing as too compatible. That's why I have to talk to Jeremy. He knows the danger in what happens when you meet someone who is completely your match. "I don't know why I can't get her out of my head, Jeremy."

Jeremy laughs. I mean, I have never heard him laugh this hard in my life and it takes me aback for a second. "You always play it safe with girls, and now you found one that you didn't with, right?"

"Yeah. But it is more than that," I say quickly and realize like, fuck, what am I even saying?

Jeremy raises his eyebrows. "When are you seeing her again?"

I exhale deeply. "I don't know."

Jeremy looks at me, eyebrows kn