The Other End of the Leash

  The Other End of the Leash

  NJ Cole

  © NJ Cole 2018

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations and events are fictional and any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Content Edited by: Leanore Elliott

  Formatted & Designed by: Wicked Muse

  Beta & Proofreader: Jackie Barton

  Cover Art by: Clarissa Wild

  Also by NJ Cole:

  The Midnight Series

  Midnight Caller

  Midnight Eternal

  Other books by NJ Cole

  Yes, Mistress

  Yes, Master

  Second Chances

  Breaking China

  Island Captives

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  This book may not be appropriate for all readers. It depicts real life BDSM and is for mature audiences.

  This book wouldn’t be possible without the support of my friends and family.

  Jackie Barton held my hand and pushed me to keep going, even when I didn’t feel like it. She does so much for me and a few words here can hardly repay all that she does, but I can publically say that she’s an amazing friend and right hand woman.

  All of the authors at Butterfly Publishing, including TN King and Leanore Elliott inspire me to write more, to be more.

  My role play world, all of the climax crew and the Club Toxic crew. Bailey, Roman, Deb, Lina, Yvette, Toby, Skyler, and especially Sven.

  Wil who is constantly there for me, D who listens, Fossbrook who is spinning tales constantly and Jax, who drives me to go further than before.

  The people in this book are fictional as is the place, though I’ve based it upon experiences in some of the BDSM clubs I’ve attended. The club in this book is a combination of the places and isn’t meant to represent any one place. I would like to give a huge thanks and a hug to those in the BDSM community who always support me, and who prefer to remain anonymous. Thank you.

  This book is for Oliver, the man who holds the other end of my leash. I'm so excited that we're finally writing together. I've shared my soul with you for over a quarter of a century. Now, it's time to share our souls with the world.

  ‒NJ

  Raven lived the life of a submissive 24/7. She was under the care of her Master, Seth Thomas, who treated her well, using her as she enjoyed and letting her live freely on his estate with his other submissives, who came and went as they wished.

  Seth kept his kinky side secret from his family so when he was called overseas for family business that would take a month, he turned to fellow Doms in the lifestyle to help him care for his pet.

  Kade Reynolds was a meticulous dominant. He’d plan and execute his scenes carefully. His submissives were always cared for, but he never let his emotions get involved. With each scene, he wanted to push himself further. When he was approached to care for Raven while her Master was gone, he jumped at the chance for something new. A live in submissive who would obey any command given by the person holding her leash. Kade enjoys it far more than he thought he would. When Seth returns for his pet, will Kade be able to hand over the leash?

  Chapter One

  Kade

  Being a sadist doesn’t make you an asshole. All that it means is that I derive pleasure from someone else’s pain. The way I treat women in my not BDSM life is what makes me an asshole. The thing is, I like who I am, asshole and all, and I’m far too old to go changing now.

  I was thirty-two, but set in my ways like a sixty year old man would be. I knew what I liked, and that was that. I liked women and I loved women who were in pain. What I didn’t like was all of the relationship drama. I didn’t want monogamy. I didn’t want to go to Sunday brunches with her parents. I didn’t want to shop for china. I just wanted to touch them, to torture them, to fuck them, and then to send them on their way.

  That might seem impossible, but you’d be surprised. I was lucky, blessed I suppose, with good looks and a large cock. That got you far in this world. I inherited my blue eyes from my mother. Men found them trusting and women said they could see my soul in them. Either way, they were my most prominent feature. Combine that with my dark hair and athletic build, I turned heads when I entered a room. Add to it my strong work ethic and intelligence, which translated into money and I was pretty much set.

  The first decade of my dating life, from about fourteen until I was twenty-four had been one nightmare after the next. Just when I’d find a woman who was willing to let me torture her, she wanted a commitment. I couldn’t do the commitment thing. I couldn’t imagine myself with one woman for any amount of time, let alone for the rest of my life.

  So why not just make the commitment then go off and do my thing in secret? It wasn’t that I respected the sanctity of marriage, though I’d never been married so I had little room to talk. It was that I valued my word. I might have been a lot of things, asshole included, but I was a man of my word. If I made a promise, an agreement, a commitment, I stuck to it. That was just the type of man I was.

  So after ten years of dating misery and being called every name in the book, I finally figured it out. Ironically, it had been at the suggestion of an ex-girlfriend. After I’d asked her if she’d let me put clothespins on her nipples while I fucked her, she said that she wasn’t that kind of girl and that if I wanted a woman who was as sick and twisted as I was, I should go to a BDSM club and find one.

  I’d sat there, that night, after she’d stormed out pissed off. First of all, clothespins on the nipples wasn’t exactly extreme. I hadn’t asked if I could put needles through them and twist, which was something I’d always wanted to do, or if I could tie her to her best friend and fuck them both, also something on my bucket list. I’d simply asked for clothespins on her nipples.

  The anger wore off, though, and the idea started to take root and grow. Maybe I would go to a BDSM club. I wondered if there were any within driving distance of my house. It turns out, there were three of them. One was only about thirty minutes away.

  Apparently, these weren’t the types of things you advertised in the Sunday paper. But with a few clicks of a button and entering in some information I was now on the registered list for the club that I would be attending that weekend.

  I never put much thought into what I wore, yet I found myself wondering what the attire would be like at the club. In the end I chose a pair of dark gray dress slacks and a white dress shirt.

  The club wasn’t really like I’d thought it would look like from the outside. It was just a simple building. I entered and was surprised to see that I was the only one there with the exception of a very curvy woman with pink hair who was sitting behind a wall with a window that was opened. It felt a bit like I was at the dentist. I might have thought I was in the wrong place had she not been wearing a black leather corset that pushed her ample breasts up to her chin. She had hot pink lipstick on and she smiled at me like she’d known me all her life. It took me a moment to realize she was the “bouncer/receptionist.”

  “Welcome. First time here?” she asked.

  “Yes,” I said with
a nod of my head. I hoped that wouldn’t be an issue.

  “I just need to see your license and you’ll have to fill out this paperwork.” I handed her my license and she checked my name off the list. She handed me a form and a clipboard. It felt even more like a dentist.

  I had to chuckle to myself. The form was long, but I scanned it. Basically, I couldn’t hold the club liable if I got hurt. I signed and initialed where I needed to and handed it back to the woman.

  “You’ll need a tour of the club,” she said. She looked behind her at a man standing in the doorway of the tiny room in which she sat. “I’m going to buzz you in, and he will meet you on the other side of the door.

  I was buzzed through, to find what looked like a living room. I’d expected a dark club, with lots of smoke, seedy looking people, but what I found was the exact opposite. At first glance, the room looked a lot like a regular living room in a person’s home. There were differences though. As I looked around, and noticed erotic art hanging on the walls. A man was sitting on a chair watching porn on the television. There was a woman sitting at his feet, wearing pigtails and My Pretty Pony pajamas. She was coloring a picture.

  I watched for a moment as she turned around and proudly showed it to the man. “See Daddy!” she exclaimed, though she was clearly the same age as the man whom she called “Daddy.” He looked away from the television and praised her. He kissed her head and took the picture. His hands disappeared for a moment, then I saw a smile on her face.

  “Suck Daddy, and I’ll put a special star on this picture,” he said, settling back to watch the porn as I saw the top of her head bob up and down.

  “Ready for your tour?” the guy from the office asked. He introduced himself and showed me around the club. He showed me the different pieces of equipment and how to sanitize them after I was done. There were two main play spaces, three if you counted the first room, which was more of a social gathering room. There were also private rooms with viewing windows and two bathrooms. One was a unisex bathroom with two stalls, the other was a private bath off of one of the private rooms. It was equipped with a shower.

  I sat down on a chair and watched two scenes happening in the large main play space.

  One was off in a corner, a man was flogging a female submissive on a Saint Andrew’s cross. She was facing out, and he was working her breasts over. They were already bright pink, and he showed no signs of stopping.

  The other couple was in the center of the room. A woman was cuffed by her wrists to a large metal apparatus. Her toes barely touched the floor. She had clamps on her nipples and a man was using a Hitachi wand on her pussy. She was whimpering, her moaning getting louder.

  I watched in awe as she came, squirting all over a white absorbent pad on the floor. My eyes went back to the couple on the cross, but my attention was immediately pulled to a room off to my right. Though the door was closed, I heard a scream coming from within.

  It was feminine, but low and guttural. I could tell she was in pain. My head whipped around and I stared at the closed door. The sound came again, along with a cry. “Please… please…” There were gasps between the words and again, I knew the woman was in great pain.

  I stood, needing to see more. I hesitated, not wanting to intrude, then realized, this was what the club was all about. I made my way to the room. The door was still closed, but there was a window I could look in. The cross was near the window, and the woman was cuffed to it, facing the cross, and me. A bright red ball gag had been placed in her mouth, and was being fastened around her head. I couldn’t see her Dom, because she was in the way, and when I moved slightly, he must have dropped back down between her legs.

  I stared at the submissive, watching her face. Her eyes were wide and her body moved, rhythmically, making me wonder if she’d been fucked by something. Drool came out of her mouth, around the ball gag and dripped onto her breasts. She had pale skin, which seemed to show all the marks her Dom had given her. There were dark red lines across her chest that looked to have been made by a cane, and rows of deeper lines, nail marks, which bled slightly. There was also a bite mark, deep and turning purple already. Her nipples were in clamps that looked painfully tight. I was reminded of my clothespin suggestion and wondered what my ex would think of the scene unfolding before my eyes. I was more than envious of the man who was allowed to play with this woman who seemed perfect.

  The submissive looked at me, locked eyes with me, then screamed around the ball gag. Whatever was happening below had her in tremendous pain.

  My cock stirred in my pants watching her scream and thrash as whatever it was gripped her harder. Why wasn’t she stopping this? Why wasn’t anyone stopping this? I turned to see the man who had given me the tour standing just a few feet away.

  As if he knew my question, he said in a quiet voice, “She’s never tapped out and can take a hell of a lot. She’s a screamer though.”

  “But she could if she wanted to?” I whispered.

  “Sure. She could use her safe word, or, see how her hand is balled into a fist?”

  I turned back to the window and looked. Sure enough, her right hand was closed, while her left hand was open.

  “She’s holding a bell. If she drops it, her Mistress will stop.”

  “Mistress?” I asked, not averting my eyes from the window.

  As if she’d heard my whisper, she stood.

  I gasped. I’d assumed it was a man inflicting all of that pain. If I thought the submissive was perfect, the Mistress was even more so. She wore a black leather dress with a tight bodice. She wasn’t thin or curvy, she was somewhere in the middle. She had on thigh high boots which came just to where the dress ended. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her face though. She had silver eyes that matched her silver hair. It had a slight lavender hue to it and I wasn’t sure if it was the lighting. She looked at me for a second, then went back to her submissive who was panting, the drool now dripping down onto her breast in a stream.

  The Mistress unhooked her cuffs from the cross and led her over to a spanking bench in the corner of the room. She attached the cuffs and I watched in amazement as the Mistress stepped into a strap on and took up her position behind her submissive. I’d never seen a woman fuck another with a strap on, except in porn. This was hot, the hottest thing I’d ever seen and I found myself, more than once, adjusting my cock and wishing it was me behind the woman who was moaning and crying out on the bench.

  I’m not sure how long I watched, but when I turned, both couples I’d been watching when I first came in had finished their play and the Dom’s were administering after care. One of the couples came over to me and introduced themselves. They were friendly and I found myself admiring the marks on the submissive woman. Others had come into the club and were starting to scene. There were two other female Dommes, though both had male submissives. Most people were there in pairs, but not everyone was part of a couple, and many of the couples played with others.

  I was feeling at home and had caught the eye of what appeared to be a few of the single ladies when the Domme from the private room walked over to me. She was alone. Her submissive was a few steps behind her, wrapped in a blanket.

  She turned to her, gave her a kiss on the forehead, and whispered something in her ear. The silver haired beauty stopped in front of me, while her auburn haired submissive kept on walking toward the kitchen.

  “She needs sugar after a scene. I saw cupcakes in there earlier.”

  I smiled and nodded. It was all new to me. Although I’d tried the occasional bit of masochism on my girlfriends, I’d never had a full scene.

  “Hi, I’m Kennedy.” She held out her hand.

  “Kade,” I said taking her hand and shaking it. I’d actually given some thought on the way over as to what name I’d give. I knew some people didn’t use their real names. I had to wonder if Kennedy was hers. In the end, it had just come out.

  “I couldn’t help but notice you were watching our scene.”

  “Yes. It wa
s captivating. I hope you don’t mind.”

  “Of course not. I play in the private room because noise bothers Chloe. She likes to see and be seen though, so I turn the cross so she can look out. I could tell someone was watching by the way her body responded. I was fisting her, which usually makes her scream and cry out, but she was exceptionally loud. I knew something had caught her attention and made her lose focus.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said.

  She laughed. “Don’t be. It gave me a chance to fuck her harder than I usually would have, reminding her who owns that pussy.”

  “In that case, glad to be of help.”

  This made her laugh again. “New here?” she asked, changing the subject.

  “That obvious?”

  “No, not at all. It’s just I usually come here every week and I’ve never seen you.”

  “Yep, first timer here,” I said. “Just looking for someone to play with.” I looked at her, and wished I’d rephrased it, asked her if she’d submit to me, but something about her intimidated me. I liked it, whatever it was.

  She glanced at two women who were standing in the doorway eyeing me up. “I bet you won’t be looking for someone to play with for long.” Before I could respond, she said, “It was nice to meet you Kade. Feel free to watch anytime. I’m going to go check on Chloe.”

  I watched her leave, well, watched her ass leave, wondering if there was anything I could have said differently to get her to submit to me. I doubted it.

  She was right though, both of those women approached me, and over the next few weeks, I began screening with women at the club. I started slow at first, doing impact play. I used two floggers I bought at an adult store and a paddle I bought there as well. Most of my scenes were just impact with light touching, but a few of the women would allow finger penetration and would give me oral sex. Two of them, I fucked regularly as part of our scenes.