She had told Tasha earlier the she didn’t feel well but was trying to tough it out. Alan bundled his wife off to the hospital, promising to call. Tim sat with Tasha until there was something happening in the main room and he was called away.

Tasha was nervous. Something didn’t seem right. She could hear faint noises coming from the main room, which was unusual, because it was supposed to be soundproof. Maybe it was just her imagination. She was worried for Tim? What if he got hurt or worse? Why wasn’t anybody coming to tell her what was going on?

She was just getting up to go check when the front door crashed open.

Giggling, a couple came in. “Sorry,” the man said, “the wind caught the door. It’s a rough night out there.”

Tasha sat with a whoosh of air. She had to get herself under control, or she was going to freak out. She took the couple’s membership cards and scanned them, giving them the okay to enter the club.

She sat a few more minutes. It was quiet, so she turned on the radio to listen. She needed a distraction, and where was Tim? She’d wait fifteen more minutes. Then she’d go looking for him. The hell with the desk.

Time seemed to drag. She filed her nails, cleaned out her purse, looked over the book she had brought. She tried reading but couldn’t concentrate on the words. All this took five whole minutes. What was she going to do for ten more minutes? She started cleaning. Even though she kept things spotless, it gave her something to do.

She had done everything she could think of, and had just decided to go to the club, when the door flew open again. This time it was Kurt, Kevin, and Tina. They had come to watch one of the demonstrations going on. The women talked for a few minutes, and Kevin went in to see what was keeping Tim, promising that one of them would stay with her if he couldn’t return.

It seemed to take a long time but was only a few minutes before both men came back.

“Sorry it took so long, baby. Jarrod, the new bartender, is swamped, and I was trying to help him. We really need to hire a second guy or gal for nights like this.”

Jarrod had started at the club right before Tasha. Even though he had experience, there was only so much one man could do. Kyle was looking for more help. The club was really growing.

Tasha liked Jarrod. He had sat with her a couple times when Tim was needed elsewhere. His story was sad. While he had been serving in Afghanistan, his wife and mother-in-law had been killed in a car accident. That had been several years ago, but he had never moved on. He was good-looking, with pitch-black hair and the bluest eyes she had ever seen. She had noticed several of the single subs looking at him, but Tim had told her he never dated anyone. He played at the club sometimes but never with the same sub twice.

Tasha thought he was afraid to commit again. She had told him one night, “Jarrod, one day you will find someone else. It won’t be her, but there is someone out there for you.” She hoped it was true.

When he came back from his service to his country, he had gone to work for Kyle. He had told Tasha it was the best thing he could do. He still had trouble with PTSD and was seeing Tina, Kevin and Kurt’s wife, for it. Tina was a registered psychologist and had seen Sadie and Rachel for similar problems.

Tim asked Tasha if she would be okay for a few minutes longer, just until the crowd a the bar thinned out. There was a demo scheduled to start in a few minutes, and things would quiet down then. Kurt volunteered to help, and Tina sat with Tasha for a few minutes.

The girls talked for a while, and the evening was starting to quiet down. The demos were starting soon, and most of the crowd had already arrived. Kyle had told her while the demos were going to set the buzzer on the desk, and she could go watch. The bar would be quiet also, and if anyone wanted in, Jarrod could let them.

About five minutes before the demo was due to start, Tasha got up and put the notice on the reception desk to use the buzzer, and she and Tina went into the club.

The men met them at the demo. It was Dean and Connie, a couple from another club in California. Sadie and Jenna were really good friends with Connie.

Tasha sat on Tim’s lap, remembering the night he had tied her to a cross and flogged her. He was obviously remembering it also, because he leaned down and spoke softly in her hear, “Your turn will come soon, baby.”

She was wearing one of the new dresses Tim had bought her for work, and he was running his hand up her thigh. Tasha started to get embarrassed, but when she surreptitiously looked around, she noticed several other couples also playing and relaxed.

Tim continued working his hand up her leg while appearing to be thoroughly immersed in watching what was going on. Slipping his hand further under her dress, he found the edge of her thong. Damn, she wasn’t supposed to wear underwear. She was in for it now.

Tim continued his exploration until he managed to get two fingers in her channel and pinched her clit, hard.

Tasha bit her tongue to keep from letting out a squeal, and a tear streamed down her face. She knew better than to ask what that was for. It was for wearing a thong. Tim didn’t seem to care that she hated being without underwear, but he had told her he wanted to be able to touch her anytime he wanted to. She did enjoy the benefits when they were home. There wasn’t a room in his house he hadn’t taken her in.

“I told you no underwear. You’re lucky I’m in a good mood, or I’d make you stand right here and now and take them off in front of everyone. You’ll be going across my knee when we get home,” he told her with a growl and bit her earlobe. “For punishment, you aren’t allowed to come.”

Then he started playing with her clit, featherlight touches at first, just barely moving his finger up and down the little bud, teasing it from its hiding place and causing copious amounts of fluid to leak from her pussy. Working his way farther into her, he slipped one, then two fingers into her tight channel and started to work her clit with his thumb and move his fingers in and out of her.

Tasha knew she would be in trouble if she disrupted the scene and bit her lip trying to be quiet. Tim wasn’t making it easy, though.

“Don’t come,” he growled in her ear while he was torturing her.

Looking at him, she pleaded, “Oh God, I’ll do anything. Please let me come, please.”

“No, you know you’re not supposed to wear underwear. I know you can do it,” Tim told her, then started licking the shell of her ear. He knew between what he was doing to her and what she was watching, there was no way she was going to be able to resist, but he wanted to torture her a little. She was going to come, and then when he got her home, he had a surprise for her.

He had been outfitting a room in the basement to use as a playroom, and it was ready to use. He was taking her there tonight. When he could tell she wasn’t going to last much longer, he covered her mouth with his, absorbing her scream. When she stopped trembling, he lifted his mouth from hers and held her tight until he felt her totally relax.

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