Page 17 of Learning to Trust

"He's going into subspace," Andrew whispered in my ear, sending tingles to my toes.

When Andrew's large hand rubbed against my cock through my jeans, I moaned loudly.

Andr—Sir, please, I’ll come in my pants.

Andrew laughed and returned his hand to my waist.

“Next time, my hand will remain there, and you will not come without permission.”

The threat had my dick aching with the need for satisfaction.

I returned my attention to the two men when I heard Jean-Roy ask if Alain needed his safe word. The Sub shook his head even though he was in somewhat of a daze. The Dom then gave his Sub permission to come when he was ready.

The flogger connected with Alain's cock, and he detonated. Cum ejected high into the air, hitting his chest, chin, and upper arms. His dick jerked almost violently. When the stream ceased, Alain's head dropped to his chest, Jean clicked his fingers, and two men hurried to his side. While Jean removed the gag from his husband's mouth, the men unbuckled the restraints and held him until the Dom swept the semi-conscious Alain into his arms. He gave Andrew a nod before striding away.

I turned in Andrew’s arms and gazed into his face. “Wow!”

"Jean-Roy will take Alain to a private room and hold him while they soak in a bath. Following that, he'll lie him on the bed and apply lotion to his body. Alain will sleep for a couple of hours, and then Jean will take him home to fully recover. Are you ready for the private room?"

I locked my eyes on Andrew. “Yes, Sir.”

Chapter Eight

ANDREW

David's blazing eyes, his raging hard cock, and the fact he had asked me if we could explore the same kind of play he'd watched gave me confidence he wasn't having doubts about what I was introducing into his life. I suspected there would be more limits, both hard and soft, added to the contract after our session at the club.

We crossed the public space, and I nodded to other Doms who checked David out with interest. I had no doubt they would have made a move if my Sub had been unattached. So why did the thought of someone claiming David, if he wasn't with me, piss me off?

I kept a firm hold on David's hand as we entered a dimly lit hallway until we reached a red-painted door with a black number four in the center. Turning the knob, I pushed the door open and pulled David inside the room. I closed the door and set the lock.

David stood observing his surroundings. In keeping with the theme of the rest of the club, the walls were painted red, and the floor was black marble. Downlights, which could be dimmed if preferred by the Dom, were embedded in the ceiling and currently shone brightly. A large bed with a black painted iron frame stood in the middle of the room. Leather restraining straps were fixed in three equally spaced places at the head and the foot. Red sheets were cotton, not satin, as some preferred. I found satin to be slippery little suckers and wasn't into chasing my Sub all over the bed. The room also had a St. Andrew’s cross in black leather, a spanking bench, two small tables, and two chairs.

A pair of black cupboards attached to one wall contained a whip, flogger, paddle, blindfolds, ball gags, butt plugs, scarves, belts, wax, and other equipment for use. Everything was individually wrapped in sterilized packaging, so we could be confident they were clean and free of bacteria as much as was humanly possible. Packs of condoms in various sizes, bottles of lubricant, and aftercare lotions were also available.

I would make use of the bench and cross, but not today. I wanted David’s first experience to bring him more pleasure than pain.

I removed a paddle, blindfold, butt plug, ball gag, condom, and lube from a cupboard and set them on a small table beside the bed.

“No ball gag, please, Sir. Not yet.”

"Very well. The rooms are soundproofed, so I'll permit your screams today." I pierced him with a ‘don't argue’ look. "Trust me, you will scream, and by the time I'm done, your cock will blow like a volcano."

David's face pinked, but the man had no idea what he was in for or how good it would make him feel.

"Strip off your clothes and leave them folded on a chair. Then climb into the middle of the bed, put your arms over your head, and spread your legs."

David immediately obeyed, toed off his shoes, and stripped off his pants, shirt, and socks. He stood naked except for a pair of black boxer briefs, seemingly hesitant to proceed.

“I don’t ask twice.”

David, sensing he would be in big trouble if he didn't obey—he was wrong; he was already in trouble and had earned himself extra paddling for disobedience, hurriedly stripped off his briefs and stood, covering his groin with both hands. That action had earned him a few more strikes. My Sub would learn not to hide any part of his body—to be proud of himself.

“Drop your hands to your sides.”

He hesitated only for a second, obviously thinking better of refusing, and dropped his hands, revealing the most impressive dick I'd ever laid eyes on. And I'd seen quite a few. Even though I was a Dom who strictly topped, I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to have David's dick shoved up my ass. The fucking thing would about come out my mouth!

Stepping forward, I encased, or almost, the massive cock in my large hand and tugged a few times, which caused David to harden and grow further. He must have been at least nine and a half inches long with a circumference of around six, maybe seven inches. The appendage was abnormally large, and I now understood why topping would cause David a great deal of anxiety. The recipient would be in real danger of being hurt if David wasn't extremely careful.