Page 39 of Lies You Told
I gulp down the rest of my water, then head towards the women’s changing room. Ready to wait for Chloe. My cock hardens, and I run my finger over the metal in my pocket.
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CHLOE
Ihold the bra up in front of me. I’m going to be exposed wearing this. I don’t know why he even bothered if he wanted my nipples out for everyone to see, because they will. We might be ‘playing’ in one of the private rooms, but everyone here tonight will notice when I walk across the floor with the new guy. The new guy who a week ago I was looking at like he was my worst enemy–because a week ago he was.
I put it on along with the crotch-less panties. They fit me perfectly. Either Jaxson could guess my size, or he looked at my sizes on the app. The black material looks great against my skin, as I still had a glow from my vacation a couple of months ago. Back when Franchesca and I were still best friends. Now I don’t know what to think. We’ve been closer than sisters for so long, but this radio silence she’s giving me has shocked me as much as Jaxson.
Was I too quick to let him in? Maybe, but something about how he’s handled this whole situation makes me regret not confiding in him back then. Could I have saved myself some serious heartache over the years? Maybe not. Maybe Jax and I were destined to have all this time apart so we could find ourselves. Why the hell am I acting like this is some great love story? This is sex. Great sex! And in a couple of months, we’ll go our separate ways.
I walk out to the corridor like I’ve done a thousand times before. But this time feels different. It has nothing to do with the bra I’m wearing, with two holes where my nipples are poking through. I read through Jax’s list of protocols. I walk over to him, my eyes on the floor, until I see his shoes in front of me. I lower myself to my knees, keeping my eyes on his shoes until he speaks. It turns me on so much that I please him this way. He continues talking to the person beside him. I have no clue who it is. I lowered my eyes before I even left the room. I have this need to excel at everything. Being the best submissive in this place is no different. I’m drama-free. Most Doms love that about me.
“What’s your safe word?” Happy to hear Kieran behind me.
“Stone.”
“Good,” Kieran says.
I feel Jaxson’s hand on the top of my head as he runs his fingers through my hair. I moan my approval, loving the feel.
“Stand,” he says, his Dom voice firm and clear.
I do as he says, keeping my eyes lowered and concentrating on his feet.
“I have another present for you.” He lowers his head and takes one of my nipples into his mouth. Biting down hard.
I moan my approval. He knows pain is my friend. He knows it gives me my biggest endorphin high.
My other nipple hardens even though it’s still being neglected. He pulls something shiny out of his pocket, and I nearly cum on the spot. In his hand are two platinum nipple clamps.
I bite my lip to hold back my moan as he twists the first one onto the nipple he just had in his mouth. Boy, am I in trouble tonight. He moves his head to my other nipple and bites down hard again. I swear, this time, he does it harder. I flinch, but not because I’m upset. Because I’m so turned on, my body doesn’t know whether to be happy or angry. My sex pools with arousal; now I understand why he wanted me to wear these.
“I can smell your arousal from here,” he whispers in my ear. “Legs wide,” he says, this time for everyone to hear.
I do as he says. As I said, I like to aim high. I widen them, knowing exactly what he wants and needs.
“You were beautiful before, and now you look divine.”
I swallow, my pussy quivering. I can feel more eyes on me with each passing second. I knew we’d have an audience tonight.
Kieran hands Jax a card, which I know is for the VIP rooms. Jax must have pulled some strings. You can’t usually get a VIP room with a day’s notice. But I guess when you’re friends with the owner and the manager.
“Come this way, Chloe. Keep your eyes down until we get in the room. Then I want you back on your knees and your hands on your thighs, as I saw you the other night.”
I forgot he was here that night. It feels like a lifetime ago. He holds on to my hand as he guides me through the bar and public play area towards the elevator on the far side. His fingers lace with mine, and I feel loved for the first time in a long time. I feel eyes on me everywhere we walk, and I’d love to see who is here, but I won’t.
We step into the elevator, and he swipes the card against the pad. It’s the only way to access the VIP floor. Theair is charged. My body is on high alert. This man knows me intimately, but there is one side of me only a handful of people have experienced. Sure, everyone in this club has at some point seen me take some pretty painful punishments, but the aftercare is nowhere near as many. In fact, I can count that number on the one hand.
We’re in the room before we know it, and I follow his instructions. I walk to the middle of the room and kneel on the floor. It’s uncomfortable, but I guess that’s the point. I take a deep breath to get myself in the right headspace. I adjust my legs so my pussy is exposed and rest my hands on my thighs, palms up.
I haven’t heard him move the whole time we’ve been in the room. “Breathtaking.” He whispers as he rests his hand on my shoulder.
I inhale another breath. This time, his scent lingers in the air. It’s not the same one he wore today or last night, but I’ve noticed that scent before. I inhale again. Does he have a different scent on when he's a Dom? He lets go of my shoulder, and I miss it instantly. I’m becoming obsessed with his touch. His shoes click across the floor before they stop, the armoire door creaking as it opens. Even without witnessing it, I already know that Jaxson Hill is one hell of a good Dom. He’d have done his research and read my file–excessively. I know this because I did the same thing. We’re so alike it’s scary.
There are several ‘toys’ in there he could use, and I’ve used every single one of them. Tonight, though, is about play and not in a therapeutic way to make me feel something. It’s been a while since I’ve been here for a non-therapeutic reason. That makes me feel sadder than it should. He’s going to pick something… middle of the road.
“I can hear you thinking from here.”
