The Other End of the Leash Page 12

  I heard Raven sigh, or was it my own that left my chest. It was something I’d reflect on later. John said goodbye and went to the other side of the club.

  I pulled Raven up onto my lap. “Are you good?”

  She nodded.

  “I liked watching your scene. Did you like me watching?”

  Again, she nodded.

  “It turned me on.”

  Her eyes widened a bit and a smile formed on her face.

  “Do you want to help me out, little one?”

  Without another word from me, she dropped to the ground between my legs and worked at my pants. It wasn’t thirty seconds until my cock was in her mouth. I’d just come while fucking Kourtney, but this is what I needed. What I really needed was to claim her pussy as my own again. I had this urge to fill her with my cum, but I wasn’t a sloppy seconds guy.

  I thought about taking her right then and there. My cock swelled. That image in my mind combined with what she was doing with her mouth had me coming down her throat. I held her face pressed to my groin. It was a sick and twisted form of a hug, but it was a hug nonetheless.

  When I finally released her, she looked up at me with her beautiful doe eyes.

  How was my cock still hard? It didn’t matter, I wanted to use her right then. I’d have taken her off to a quiet corner, but I didn’t want to rush it. The clock indicated that we had about 90 minutes until the club closed. I didn’t want to rush things. I wanted to take my time fucking her tonight.

  I hoped she wouldn’t mind leaving early. I leaned down and whispered into her ear, “Let’s go home Raven, I want to fuck you.”

  When I looked at her face, I was pleased to see her smiling at me. She stood, clearly ready to go. It didn’t take long to pack up our things and say goodbye. In the car on the way home, I reached over and put my hand on her knee. For some reason, I was always a bit apprehensive about touching her when she was wearing clothes.

  When she was nude, wearing only a tail, it was easy. She was my submissive. She’d do as I said. When she was dressed, it didn’t seem to be that way, even though she was wearing her tail under the loose fitting dress she wore to and from the club.

  Once at the house, I unclipped her leash and removed her dress when we were a few feet inside of the door. “Upstairs, bath, now.”

  It wasn’t so much that John had fucked her or that he’d come inside of her, though that did bother me a bit. It was more that I enjoyed bathing her. It was a way that I could be in control of her body without inflicting pain. I liked the sensual nature of it all.

  Raven scampered up the stairs and I heard the water run in my bathroom. I picked up her dress and carried it up the stairs. She was nude standing next to the tub. Her tail was out, though she was holding it in her hand. For some reason her tail made her comfortable, and I sure as hell didn’t mind. She could hold anything she wanted for all I cared.

  I walked back into my room and undressed slowly. This bath was going to be different. She wasn’t going to bathe herself, and I wasn’t going to bathe her while sitting outside of the tub. We were going to bathe each other.

  When she saw me standing there nude, she smiled.

  I walked through the room and stepped into the hot water. I sat down and instructed her to join me.

  She entered the water and sat on across from me.

  That would do for now, but I knew that eventually I’d want her on my lap.

  I began simple, bathing her as I had before. I used the washcloth on her body, making sure every inch of her was clean. Then, unlike before, I took a large cup I’d grabbed from downstairs and began pouring water on her hair. I held her head back so it wouldn’t go into her eyes. Once her hair was wet, I massaged in the shampoo. It was my first experience washing hair. I loved how it felt in my fingertips and even more the way her body melted at my touch.

  She was leaning into me, her eyes closed. I could have massaged her hair forever, but I knew the soap had to be rinsed and conditioner applied. Rinsing her hair was just as much fun as it had been massaging it in.

  Once the conditioner was applied, I handed Raven the wash cloth. “Now, wash me.”

  There was a moment of surprise from her, but she covered the look quickly. Her hands weren’t as sure washing me as they were in the kitchen, but she shouldn’t have worried. Her hands, the cloth, moving all over my body had me rock hard in minutes.

  Anyone who has ever had sex in the bathtub knows that it’s nearly impossible. There isn’t enough room, or the water splashed everywhere when the tempo gets too fast. That wasn’t the case with Raven. She straddled me and rode me slowly. I wanted to be the one in control, but truth be told, she was dictating the scene. I wanted to fuck her hard and fast, but her gentle rocking kept me hard, wanting and needing a release.

  Her movements never became faster, just more forceful. I could feel her body grind against mine. “That’s it, my beautiful girl,” I said, running my hands down her back to the swell of her ass. I rocked her back and forth helping her find the release she craved.

  Once she’d collapsed onto my chest, I held her tightly. I hadn’t come yet, but that time would come soon enough. I wanted this moment with her in this way far more than sex.

  I cupped my hand and used it to pour warm water down her back.

  She let out a sigh that sounded a bit like a purr. It was far more sensual after she came than sexual.

  I’m not sure how long we stayed like that, but I went soft inside of her.

  When the water started to turn cold, I lifted her from the tub and carried her to my room. It was my instinct to put her in my bed, but I knew she didn’t want that. Instead, I set her on the carpet right in front of my bureau. I bent her forward and slammed into her from behind. She was staring at herself in the mirror. I loved it because I could see her reflection too.

  Maybe it was the view, maybe it was the build up of the bath, hell, maybe it was just how good her pussy felt, but regardless, I came within minutes. When I pulled out of her, I held her there, bent over and spread her pussy. I loved that it was my cum dripping from her.

  “Good night, Raven,” I said as she climbed into her crate a minute later. I held her leash tightly from bed, and got some well needed sleep.

  The rest of the weekend and the following week were just as good. We settled into a wonderful routine. She’d wake me up in the morning with an amazing blow job. She’d make breakfast while I did work. We’d eat and then I’d work some more. I wasn’t sure everything she did during the day. She did cook meals, do laundry and other domestic things, but she also read and drew. She wrote in her journal and worked out.

  On Tuesday, the guys came over for poker again, but Jessica and Mark stayed home. Mark said something about Jessica not feeling well, and I didn’t press it. I had to wonder if it was just that he didn’t like the idea of me fucking his girl.

  The rest of the guys enjoyed themselves, as did Raven. She was petted, pinched and touched all night. I never thought I’d get turned on by guys passing around my girl, but seeing the looks on their faces and hers made me enjoy it.

  I was aware that I’d started to think of Raven as mine, but I rationalized with myself, that was only because she was mine temporarily. I convinced myself that once she went home, I wouldn’t think of her as mine any longer. Poker night was possibly my last night with Raven, so after the guys went home, I spent a very long time with her in the playroom and an even longer time with her in the bedroom.

  I’d been in contact with Kennedy through text the entire time Raven had been staying with me. She was still in Moscow, on business. She’d thought she might make it home mid week, but a text from her on Wednesday morning changed that.

  I won’t be home tonight.

  I’ll admit, I was excited for another night. I texted back, Tomorrow?

  No. This is way more complicated than I thought. We just had a set back. I’m shooting for Monday. Talk later.

  I was excited. I wondered how Raven would feel. I w
ent to find her. She was in her room, asleep on the floor. I smiled that I’d worn her out. In the corner were all of her things, packed away. Though she seemed to live the life of a pet, she knew far more than she let on.

  I turned to leave the room, but my movement must have woken her up. “Mistress Kennedy just messaged,” I said to her. “She’s not going to be home until Monday at the earliest. You’re going to keep staying here. Is that all right?”

  My question was completely unnecessary because the smile on her mid sentence was enough. She nodded anyway.

  I was so excited, that I took the leash from my pocket and clipped it to her. We spent the next few hours in my dungeon.

  I flogged her ass until it was bright red. Then I made her scream by using the violet wand on her. It was an electrical toy that could be used to either stimulate pleasure or cause pain in a submissive. I enjoyed the latter. I loved hearing her scream as I moved the wand all over her body, paying particular attention to her most sensitive areas. When I finally let up with the current, her entire body slumped in relief.

  She was limp, barely able to hold her head up, definitely too weak to stand when I finally set down my toys. It wasn’t that the violet wand had been so brutal, it had just been a long, intense scene. I pulled on her tail, making it pop from her body.

  She whimpered.

  “Should I fuck your ass?” I asked her, running my finger around the rim of her asshole as it closed from the tail butt plug.

  She didn’t say a word, just closed her eyes, and tensed up.

  It felt awful. It felt like rape.

  I took the tail from the table and pushed it back into her ass. I knew that Seth said that I should fuck her ass, and I loved forcing submissives to do things, but only when it was part of the scene.

  I was trying to decide between her mouth and her pussy when I saw a drop of her wetness begin its path down her inner thigh. It was too much temptation. I needed her right then.

  Fucking her after the violet wand was incredible. She didn’t scream or fight me, like I sometimes liked, but she wasn’t completely compliant either. I could tell that she was exhausted, yet she was too weak to protest. Soft whimpers came from her as I enjoyed her spent body.

  Even after I came, filling her, she could barely move.

  I lifted her and carried her up the stairs. I put her right in the tub, and once again, we bathed together. When I’d finished washing her and she’d regained some of her strength, she washed me. Once again, I had a great night’s sleep.

  By the time Friday rolled around, I was so satiated, so happy, that I’d nearly forgotten about the club. Kennedy would have been taking her and I wondered if Raven had any scenes planned. I didn’t. I had offered to help another Dom with his rope technique, but we’d made no specific plans. I toyed with the idea of not even going to the club. If Raven had no plans, I’d be spending the night with her, and there wasn’t anything we could do at the club we couldn’t do in my basement. The only reason I went to the club was to socialize and to play with others. With Raven here, I had no interest in spending time with others. I wanted a Friday night with her.

  That wasn’t going to happen though. Seth texted me. Heard from Kennedy that Raven is still with you.

  I texted back. She is. It kind of pissed me off that he only knew that now. Kennedy was supposed to have Raven most of this week. When he’d first left, he’d texted daily, but he’d skipped a day then he skipped three. In his defense, every time he’d texted and asked how things were, I always responded that things were fine. Maybe he figured I’d text him if something went wrong.

  His second text ended my fantasy for a quiet evening at home, alone with Raven. Raven has a scene tonight. The guys will meet her at the club at 10.

  I was going to ask who it was with, but I realized that it really wasn’t any of my business and I probably wouldn’t know them anyway. I only knew about a quarter of the people at that club since it wasn’t my regular one. There were some people who bounced from club to club, but most of us found one that fit us, and stuck with it. Community was as much a part of BDSM as the act itself for most people in the lifestyle.

  The afternoon went fast and we only had time for a short scene in the basement. I told her about the scene that Seth had set up for her at the club. I didn’t know much though, so she’d have wait until we got there. One thing I found a bit odd was that when I’d told her about John last week, she’d seemed fine, but tonight she seemed disappointed. Maybe it was because she was hoping for Kennedy, or maybe she wanted it to be John again. Secretly, I hoped it was because she wanted to stay at my house like I did.

  After dinner, Raven disappeared to get ready for the club and I did the same. It didn’t take me long. I showered, put on a pair of jeans, my boots, a black sleeveless shirt and a dress shirt on top of that. The dress shirt made me look more presentable, but would be taken off if I were to have a scene. I didn’t plan on one though. I’d just watch Raven’s scene, then bring her back home. If it wasn’t too late, we’d have time to play before we fell asleep.

  As the last time, Raven and I didn’t speak in the car, though I did tell her that she looked beautiful. She gave me that smile that I’d already learned to crave. I was supposed to be her Dom, but I realized, that sometimes I aimed to please her.

  At the club, she sat at my feet, though we weren’t there long when two blonde guys walked up to us. “Hey, we’re here to play with Raven.”

  It was an odd way to say it, but who was I to judge, though in hindsight, it should have sent up a red flag. I stood. “I’m Kade,” I said extending my hand.

  “Cool,” the taller one said. “I’m Van and this is my friend Trystan.”

  I shook his hand and then Trystan’s. Who the fuck named these two? I looked them up and down. Maybe they were brothers. “Do you know her rules?” I asked.

  “Yeah, Seth said you give us her leash and she’ll obey us.”

  There was a feeling in the pit of my stomach that I dismissed. “Have you been tested or are you wearing condoms?” I asked, trying to be thorough.

  “We had tests two weeks ago,” the taller one said, pulling out two envelopes and handing them to us.

  They were in German on one side and English on the other. I guess they’d been in Europe with Seth. Must be nice. Regardless, they were clean.

  As much as I felt uneasy, Seth had set it up and they did have the paperwork. I leaned over and whispered in Raven’s ear, “Ready?”

  Of course, she didn’t answer, but she usually smiled. This time she didn’t, yet she stood.

  I handed them the leash and they walked off with her. I gave them a minute, then I followed. They’d taken her to one of the private rooms off to the side of the main room. There were no truly private rooms at the club, as that would be dangerous. This room, like the others had a few windows so people could see in.

  Trystan and Van, had Raven up on a bench. She was on all fours. Van was putting a blind fold on her and Trystan was trying her hands together. It would be really hard for her to keep her balance like that.

  I watched for a bit as they took turns, rotating, spanking her ass and fucking her face. They were heavier handed than I usually was, but some girls liked it like that, and I knew that Raven was one tough chick. Maybe they knew her already.

  It didn’t take long for her ass to turn bright red. I watched Raven for signs that she was under duress, but with the blindfold on, it was hard to read her facial expressions. Her mouth was open and she was sucking Van’s cock while Trystan was hitting her ass. There was no doubt, from Van’s facial expression that he was loving himself.

  “Excuse me, Kade?” a male voice said from behind me. “Got a minute?”

  It was Chris, the guy who had asked for a few pointers on rope work. His girl, Deb, was standing behind him. “Sure,” I responded, turning to him, but glancing over my shoulder at Raven.

  Van had his cock in her mouth and Trystan had moved to flogging her with a very light flogg
er. She’d be able to handle that with no problem. I turned to give my full attention to Chris and Deb.

  “I made a chest harnesses,” Chris said, “but I saw the one you did last month. Can you show me your technique?”

  I agreed to show him. He had his rope set up in the far corner of the room. I wouldn’t be able to see Raven there, but I had to let things go. I pushed away the bad feeling I had, dismissing it as jealousy over the fact that it was them in there and not me.

  I’d shown Chris one way to make his harness more elaborate. He was trying it himself. I glanced at the clock. I’d been gone from Raven for about fifteen minutes. I would finish up, and then head back. I was in the middle of showing him the next knot when the dungeon monitor, DM, walked past. He was talking to Tim, one of the hosts for the night. “I hate to break up a scene, but it’s getting really rough in there and I don’t even know them. I’m worried she’s really hurt.”

  “Did she safe word?” Tim asked.

  “No, not to my knowledge,” the DM responded.

  “Let me go see,” Tim said. “We’ll watch a minute and then see if we should stop the scene.”

  I didn’t have to wait to figure out who they were talking about. I knew from the pit in my stomach that it was Raven. I dropped the rope and walked over to the other side of the room. A small crowd had gathered around the semi private room they were in. I pushed my way through and got to the window people were looking in. The dungeon monitor and host were right behind me. All three of us gasped. Raven’s torso, legs and ass were bright red. I could see darker marks where she was already bruising. Her lip was bleeding and it looked like she had a black eye. Tears were streaming down her face.

  Van was standing by her head, fucking her face and Trystan was fucking her pussy hard and fast.

  I didn’t need to wait a minute to see if I should stop the scene. I continued to push my way through the people to get to the door of the room. While I was making my way to the door what was happening inside seemed to happen in slow motion. As I pushed my way through people, walking outside of the wall of glass, the guys had decided to change positions. Van pulled out of Raven and gave her butt cheek a slap. What I thought had been her pussy had been her ass. I growled in shock and anger.