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  Chapter Eight

  Raven

  Kade was wonderful. The house was wonderful. It was a new kind of home. Serving him was rewarding. He looked at me with different eyes than ever before. When he shared me, he took me back and cared for me.

  I loved how he made me feel when I was in his play space. I slept better. The nightmares were less when I was in my cage next to his bed. I was happy, content.

  Chapter Nine

  Kade

  The week flew by and before I knew it, it was Friday night. Seth had set up a scene for Raven. I had one of my own. I hoped to scene with her at the club as well, but I wasn’t sure exactly how she’d feel after her scene.

  Seth texted me in the afternoon. John has a scene with Raven at the club tonight. Set for around 10 pm. He’s tested and can play. He knows the rules

  I texted back. Sounds good.

  It was odd for me to get instructions from another guy about my submissive. I had to remind myself that she wasn’t my submissive, though.

  I set my phone down and went to find Raven. She’d been in the kitchen baking. I walked in to the aroma of cookies fresh from the oven. She looked up and smiled before offering me a plate with cookies on it. They were chocolate chip, my favorite. I took one from the plate and bit it. It melted in my mouth. “Damn! These are amazing.”

  My compliment earned an even bigger smile from her.

  “It’s Friday you know,” I said putting the rest of the cookie in my mouth.

  She nodded.

  “We’re going to the club. I want you ready by 8:45.” The club opened at 9:00. That would get us there just after opening since I lived about a half hour away. We’d have time to get into the club, change if needed and she’d be to her scene on time.

  Often I went to dinner before the club, but I was going to skip that tonight. I wasn’t sure how that would work in a restaurant with her, though I knew she could “play human” as Seth had called it. She’d have to do it a bit tonight. The club had a rule that you had to be street legal to walk through the doors. That meant that she at least had to wear enough clothes to meet that qualification.

  I shouldn’t have worried.

  She knew about clubs. She’d served dinner, then after cleaning up, she disappeared upstairs to shower and get ready.

  We hadn’t sceened, which was our first day skipping since she’d arrived. I suppose I could have, but I didn’t want to do anything that would interfere with her scene she had scheduled with John.

  At 8:30 she stood at the top of the stairs, ready to go. That had to be a first, a woman being early.

  My dick jumped as she descended the stairs. It wasn’t what she was wearing. In fact, what she was wearing was hideous. She had on a plain grey dress. It was more of a sack with holes in it. It did the job though, covering what needed to be covered.

  No, it wasn’t the dress, it was everything else. Her hair was done. The long dark hair was parted and pulled into two pig tails. She was wearing makeup. Her lips were a hot pink, and very glossy. I really loved her shoes. She had on red heels. I could imagine bending her over and fucking her in them. Had we not been going to the club, I’d have done just that. I’d have thrown her over the back of the couch, lifted that dress like sack, and fucked her hard, leaving my cum to drip out of her the rest of the night.

  I glanced at the clock. There was nearly enough time to do it, but I stopped myself. I’d been left in charge of her, and I didn’t want to mess up her scene. Besides, I had a scene of my own tonight. I’d already packed my bag, putting everything I needed into a silver case.

  We walked to the car. I was surprised how well she moved in her heels. I didn’t know much about women’s shoes, but it was the first time I’d seen her in shoes since she’d been dropped off. I’d be looking through her things and adding that to our playroom routine from now on.

  The drive to the club was uneventful, though strange. I’d never been in the car with a person and not spoken to them. I found myself talking to her anyway, just pointing out landmarks we passed, but for the most part, we were silent.

  When we got to the club, I took out my ID to show at the door. I looked to Raven. For a second I felt a little panic. I knew it was a requirement to show ID to get in. What did she do?

  She reached into her bag and pulled out an ID.

  I had no clue what it said, because she handed it to the woman working the front desk. It had my curiosity, but that was for another time.

  Once in the club, she removed her dress and let me see what was under it. I’d expected her to be nude, but she was wearing a leather bra with the cups cut out. She didn’t have on panties but the tail that was in her ass looked more like a flogger. It wasn’t the white furry one I’d seen her in, it was made of black leather, about thirty falls, cut thin, all sticking out of her ass. I wanted to use it to flog her and as the thought popped into my mind, it occurred to me that this John guy probably would. She’d been with me a week and I’d never thought of asking for an outfit. That would be changing soon.

  With all eyes on her, I clipped the leash to her collar. It was the first time I’d walked through the club with a submissive that I was completely conscious of all of the stares. I knew she looked amazing and I knew guys wanted her. It wasn’t that I was afraid. I knew that submissives were safe here. Guys might try to play with women by asking them, but no one would force themselves on another.

  We walked through the club toward the main room. A few people said hello to me and I nodded hello, but this wasn’t my usual club, so I didn’t know as many people.

  When we got in the main play space, a tall, thin man walked up to me. He held out his hand. “Kade? I’m John. Seth said you knew about my scene tonight?”

  I shook his hand, looking him in the eye, but I was also watching Riley. She’d smiled at him. That was a good sign. “Yes, Seth told me. He said around ten.” I looked over at the clock. It wasn’t even 9:30 yet. “Did you want her early?”

  “No,” he said releasing my hand. “I just wanted to introduce myself. Let me know when she’s ready.” He walked away.

  He’d been polite, and this meeting had been set up, yet I felt that I had a duty to Raven. I turned to her. “Do you want to play with him?”

  She looked at me with a puzzled expression.

  “Raven, I won’t make you play with anyone. Do you want to go with him and have a scene?”

  She nodded.

  I was glad she wanted to go. I wasn’t sure what I’d have done if she said no. It wasn’t really my place to cancel a play date for her, but I also wasn’t going to force a woman to do something she didn’t want to do.

  Since we had a half an hour, we found a couch off to the side of the room and watched the play. I sat on the couch and she sat on the floor in front of me. I ran my hand up and down her upper back, tracing the leather of her collar. I expected her to lean into me, like she did at home, but she sat alert, back straight, eyes watching everything.

  She stiffened up when a strawberry blonde came bouncing over to me.

  “Hey Kourtney,” I said, standing to give her a hug. She was my play partner for tonight. She had a tight body and large breasts. She was wearing a school girl outfit and looked spectacular.

  She looked down at Raven, who was still sitting at my feet, attached to the leash. Kourtney frowned. “I thought we were going to play tonight.”

  “We are,” I said, tracing the white collar of her shirt down her chest, grazing her breast. “We will be playing at ten. Give me a few more minutes.”

  She left, still with a look of confusion. I’d explain it later before we scened and went over her limitations.

  No one else came over to talk to us. We watched the scenes. My hand was on her constantly, but she didn’t seem to need it. She wasn’t nervous. I loved that she was so at home. It was just another thing I admired about her. Hot, sexy, women, who felt at home in a BDSM club, who were happy to play with other men, and who didn’t seem a bit jealous when ot
her women wanted me to play with them were rare to say the least.

  John came over a few minutes after ten and took the leash from me. He walked with her to a leather covered padded table that resembled a massage table. I’d give them a few minutes to get ready, and once things were going all right I’d start my scene with Kourtney. I was going to go get her, but she found me first.

  She sat on the couch next to me. “Is that your girlfriend or something?” she asked, looking over at Raven.

  “She’s owned by someone else. I’m just taking care of her for a few weeks. It shouldn’t interfere with our scene.”

  It turns out it did. It wasn’t anything that Kourtney did, or that John or Raven did. It was my head. Kourtney and I had walked to scene in the corner of the main room. I wanted to use a spanking bench. From where we were scening, I could see John, and Raven who was sitting on the table. John had her blindfolded and was doing rope work on her. He appeared to know what he was doing. He was working on an intricate chest harness. The rope wove around her and in a criss cross shape. The weaving of rope and the way the rope of the harness squeezed her breasts was magnificent.

  A small group of observers had already gathered obstructing my view. I didn’t need to see though. There wasn’t anything going on that wasn’t all right, and I should have been able to rest easily, but I couldn’t get my mind off of her.

  I’d bound Kourtney to the bench and was flogging her back, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see Raven occasionally when people moved.

  She had quite the crowd around her. John had her chest harness complete and had moved onto her legs. He was tying them so they were bent at the knee. He did great rope work.

  I could have watched his entire scene, but I had a hot woman before me on the bench, one I’d been trying to get there for two months too, and I needed to focus on her.

  I finished my flogging making her ass and back bright pink. She was squirming and I knew what she wanted. Not all BDSM included sex, in fact, a lot of it didn’t, but tonight’s was supposed to. We’d discussed the scene weeks ago. She wanted me to give her a light flogging, no marks or bruises, then I’d do a little bit of nipple torture and humiliation and then fuck her in front of everyone. I’d been excited about it last month, and I still was excited. My mind was just in two places was all.

  Bringing my focus back to Kourtney, I put nipple suckers on her breasts. They distorted her nipples, pulling them down the long clear tubes. “Ahhhhhh,” she cried out, drawing more than a few sets of eyes to her nipples that were quickly turning purple.

  Reaching down into my bag, I pulled out a ball gag and strapped it into place. “Now you can scream all you want into that. Besides, you know you like it, Slut.” Humiliation was something she’d asked for and from how wet she was…she was loving it.

  I pushed her face down and pulled her pink ass cheeks apart. “I wonder what it would feel like to fuck this ass.” I slid a finger into her puckered hole and she started screaming around her gag. “You know I could take this ass right now if I wanted to.” I saw her eyes widen and she bucked her hips. “You said I could fuck you. You’re a little slut. You never said I couldn’t fuck your ass.”

  She stilled for a moment. Maybe she thought I was going to do it. I’d seen her have anal before, so it really wouldn’t be that big of a shock, but it just didn’t feel right tonight. I would fuck that pussy though. As I was moving around her body, I squeezed her pert ass so my cock would spring to life. It wasn’t unusual for me to remain flaccid during a flogging. Sometimes it aroused me, other times it didn’t.

  I’d just moved to her front where I was going to pull on the tubes when I heard a soft moan coming from the other side of the play space. It was Raven and it made my cock go instantly rigid.

  I looked over at her. John had finished her legs. They were tied and spread like butterfly wings and he was now fucking her. I could see him from the front and the top of her head, but not much more.

  The hardness of my cock made it possible for me to fuck Kourtney. Even though she’d tested clean, I rolled on a condom. I spread her ass cheeks and pushed my way into her pussy. She was so wet, I slid in easily. Gripping her hips, I began to fuck her. She was loud, screaming and moaning with each slap of my abdomen and thighs against hers. It wasn’t her sounds I was tuned in on though. Raven was moaning as well. I matched the pace of my thrusts to theirs involuntarily, though I was well aware of how much I was watching them.

  I wished I could see her better. It was as if John could read my mind, or maybe it was coincidence, but he stopped fucking her to change positions. With her tied the way she was, it was difficult to move her, but he lifted her and placed her onto her stomach. Since she was wearing a chest harness, her arms were free.

  Raven placed her forearms on the table and lifted her head. She saw me and locked eyes with me just as John used the rope of the harness as a handle, lifted her back half, legs still tied and all, and drilled into her.

  The look on her face, the gasp, the moan that followed had me harder than ever. I kept looking at her as I was fucking Kourtney. Her eyes never left mine, and I swore I never blinked. I was enjoying Kourtney. It was her body that I was touching, controlling. It was her pussy I was spreading wide with my dick, but I wasn’t only thinking about her. It was so erotic fucking one woman and watching another get fucked. What was best, Raven didn’t seem the least bet upset I was fucking another woman. That might have been the hottest part to me.

  I slammed into Kourtney using her body as she’d asked me to when we’d planned our scene. Her tits bounced but I held onto one of them, pinching and pulling on her nipple. Two couples and several single guys were watching us. I knew Kourtney loved it when men watched her get fucked. I’d been one of the men in the past. I’d waited for my turn, and she didn’t disappoint.

  I’d been worried that I wouldn’t be able to come, and that might have been true if I wasn’t watching Raven. Her mouth hung open a bit, as he held her, like a wheelbarrow, fucking her. I knew she was coming from the look on her face and I worked to get Kourtney there. I pulled on the nipple sucker and turned the crank slightly before moving my hand to her clit. I grazed it twice before pinching it. “Come,” I growled into her ear. Like a good girl, she came hard all over my cock. I couldn’t feel it through the condom, but I felt her muscles clenching on my cock and the wetness was on my abdomen and balls.

  She was whimpering but I wasn’t letting up. My hips thrust faster, bringing myself closer and closer to orgasm. I was fully focused on Raven now. It was wrong, I should be watching Kourtney, but it was just so hot watching her, and having her watch me back.

  John was slowing his pace, but with each thrust, burying himself deep. Raven would rock forward, nearly falling over until he’d pull her back. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and said something into her ear. A moment later, he stilled.

  I’d watched many former play partners scene and get fucked, but never one I was currently involved with to the level I was with Raven. Then again, I was never with anyone to the level I was with Raven.

  I wasn’t sure that I’d achieve climax, but when John pulled back and his wet cock withdrew from Raven’s pussy, I lost it. The string of cum connecting the two was hot. I didn’t feel jealous or possessive. It was hot, plain and simple. So hot that I came into the condom buried inside of Kourtney.

  John moved his cock to Raven’s mouth and began untying the ropes that held her legs. I focused once again on Kourtney. I’d stopped fucking her when I came. She’d held still for me like a good girl and I told her so. I pulled out, disposed of the condom in the nearest trashcan, and returned to Kourtney. I stroked her hair and moved my hands to the clasp of the ballgag that she still wore. I removed it and she slowly closed her mouth. I turned her so I could kiss her.

  I kissed her deeply as my hands went to her nipples to remove the suckers. She cried out into my mouth. I released her kiss. My hand pressed hard on one breast and I took the other into my mouth to hel
p relieve the pain.

  She slowly came down as I moved from one to the other. Her nipples were still red and puffy when I walked her over to a couch. I wrapped her in a blanket and pulled her onto my lap. My focus was totally on her so I didn’t even notice when Raven and John left the area they’d been sceening. When I glanced back, the table they’d been playing on was vacant. I scanned the room and saw the two of them off in a corner. He was administering after care similarly to me, though he was massaging her muscles that were likely sore from the rope play while I was stroking her hair and just giving her light touches.

  When I’d removed the ball gag, Kourtney’s eyes had been glazed over and she’d swayed on her feet. After about fifteen minutes, her color returned to normal and she seemed more with it. “Thank you,” she whispered to me giving me a huge hug.

  “It was my pleasure. Thank you for serving me and thank you for giving me your pussy. It was amazing.”

  She hugged me again, and we sat there a few more minutes before she spotted one of her friends walk into the club. “Do you mind if I go and say hi to Kae?”

  “Not at all Babygirl,” I said hugging her one last time.

  I sat there watching the other scenes for a while before John walked back over to me with Raven on the end of the leash.

  Her eyes were down and I wasn’t sure what state she was in, though physically she looked fine.

  “Saw your scene,” John said, sitting down next to me, still keeping Raven’s leash in his hand. “It was very hot.”

  “So was yours,” I said in response.

  Raven looked up at me and smiled.

  I wanted to stroke her cheek, but she wasn’t yet returned to me. It was odd, because I’d been fine watching him fuck her, but I wanted the leash back.

  John must have caught that and he leaned down to Raven. “Thank you for serving me Raven,” he said and then handed me the leash.