Page 19 of Sage

Hans spread the curtains apart and entered the room. “I didn’t want to interrupt anything.” He shrugged, examining the implements that Marcy had laid out. He picked up one of the thuddier toys and studied it, running his fingers along the rod and testing it out against his hand.

Marcy smiled. “That’s one of my favorites.”

“I can guess why.” Hans glanced over to see that Sage was now standing over Marcy, sticking her ass out and wiggling it back and forth a bit trying to get Hans to test it on her. With the flick of his wrist, the edge of the implement struck Sage’s still-clothed ass, but he could tell that even with the added barrier, it was going to leave beautiful marks.

“So, what’s on the menu for tonight?” Hans inquired while Marcy and Sage both started giggling like school girls over his corny choice of words. Sage removed herself from where Marcy was seated, sitting down next to her and looking back at Hans, her eyes full of innocence. “Don’t give me that look, Sage.” Hans waved the toy at her. “You girls are the ones who brought me here with not so much as a hint as to what you’re after.”

Sage smirked, “Well, it’s been a while, and I figured you’d be happy to play in a controlled environment. Plus, Marcy wanted to see if you still had it in you.”

Hans didn’t believe for a second that this was the real reason. Regardless he had been graced by being allowed to be in the presence of two goddesses, and at this moment, he wasn’t sure that he even cared about the truth.

Hans instructed Marcy to take off Sage’s dress, while the women looked at each other mischievously. Marcy obliged, sitting up on her knees and pulling Sage’s dress up over her head. Sage’s breasts bouncing in celebration of their freedom. Hans glanced over at Marcy who seemed to have been taken back at the sight, reminding himself that she and Sage had a past that he had only recently discovered. He smiled, taking note of the innocence that Marcy portrayed.

Sage taunted. “What now?”

“Bend over.” A knife laying on the table caught Hans’ eye. It was a reminder that just a couple of weeks prior, a knife on the table represented the potential of life versus death. He picked up the blade, examining it before placing the flat edge at the top of Sage’s spine, slowly dragging it down her body until it met the top of her fishnets. Sage seethed in anticipation, as Hans just stood there, in awe of the beauty that was before him. He leaned in, pressing his body up against her back. “What was it you told me earlier?”

Sage looked back at him out of the corner of her eye, a sinister grin came across her lips as she seemed to be debating on what direction she wanted to take this. Hans ran his free hand across her body and grasped her by her hair, pulling her head back so that she had to look him directly in the eye. “You must be getting old if you’ve already forgotten.” She paused and he pulled her back a little further. “I said, ‘you won’t do anything’.” She enunciated each word clearly.

“So this is how it’s going to go tonight, huh?” Hans released her. Applying pressure he forced Sage back into her bent overposition as he ran the blade up under her fishnets slicing through them. He glanced over at Marcy who had the biggest smile on her face, enjoying the show that had just gotten started.

“She has quite the mouth on her.” Marcy beamed.

“If she keeps it up, she’s going to have to put that pretty little thing to work,” he snapped back without even thinking, Marcy bit her lip, her eyes not leaving Sage’s body. Hans knew that regardless of what the rest of the night was going to bring, nothing was ever going to happen between him and Marcy. Between their friendship and the fact that as far as he knew, she was only into women. That didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy the idea of sharing Sage with her, though.

“Is that all you got?” Sage broke through his train of thought. “Because if you think that you’re ‘showing me’ just by ripping up my cheap ass fishnets with a knife, you’re very misinformed. I may have to trade places with you and show you how it’s done.”

Marcy took that as her cue to get up and move back to a chair that she had placed in the corner of the room when she was setting things up. It was in the perfect location for her to get one helluva show.

Hans cut through Sage’s panties with the knife and proceeded to cram them into her mouth. “Hush,” he whispered, grabbing the restraints from the table of instruments and wrapping them around her wrists. Then he secured them to the spot on the back of the bench. “If you can be a good girl, I’ll take the panties out of your mouth here in a few minutes.” He grabbed a heart-shaped flogger and began lightly tapping each of Sage’s now exposed asscheeks, applying different variations of pressure with each swat. He could hear Sage’s moans of enjoyment being soaked up by the panties that had taken up residence in her mouth. He walked in front of her, placing the crotch of his pants at eye level.

Hans reached down and placed his finger beneath Sage’s chin and lifted her head up to look in his eyes. Even with just a little bit of play, her doe-eyed expression had already taken over. With his other hand, he reached to her mouth and pulled the panties out slowly, dropping them on the floor in front of where he stood, moving his hand to caress her cheek.

“Are you enjoying yourself already?” His voice was low and steady.

“Yes, sir.” Sage nodded into his hand.

“See, it wasn’t so hard was it?” He waited for her to retort and brat back at him, but there was nothing but a euphoric look splattered across her face. This was a side of Sage that he hadn’t had the opportunity to witness before, and he was quite enjoying it. He glanced up over at Marcy, getting more of a sense that it was her who was responsible for the taming of this animal.

Hans stood up and moved back behind Sage, getting into a rhythm while switching back and forth between implements, adjusting his speed and amount of force behind each swing. Listening to the little noises that escaped her lips upon each forceful contact.

In between heavy strokes, Hans would set down the implement that he was using and gently brush his hand across her skin. Bending down and placing gentle kisses upon her, visibly sending chills up her body before continuing on.

Marcy cleared her throat, which caught Hans’ attention. He glanced down at his watch and saw that it was getting late and Club Red would be closing soon. He didn’t want to take away from any aftercare that Sage might need immediately following their time together. He decided it was time to finish up with a more gentle impact from the flogger.

Music played in the background and Hans synced up his timing with the beat as he finished creating his piece of art with each stroke. Each cheek displayed shades of crimson and violet, with a couple of areas where the skin had broken and blood was creeping down like paint splatter across a canvas.

He grabbed a first aid kit and began to tend to Sage’s wounds when Marcy stepped in and offered to care for Sage while he worked on cleaning up the space. Hans made sure to sanitize the toys before putting them back in their bag and wiped everything down so that the room would be ready for the next group to use.

Once he had finished, Hans looked back to see that Sage had already curled up against Marcy wrapped in a blanket and drinking water. Two things that she had learned in their previous relationship that Sage needed after a session.

“We make a good team.” Hans held up a water bottle to cheers Marcy for stepping in. It had been a good while since he had endured a session like that. Apartment living wasn’t exactly the ideal situation for those who enjoyed the kinkier things in life. It made him grateful for places like Club Red to exist.

“She’s worth it.” Marcy pushed Sage’s hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. Hans could see Sage trying to hide her face as she blushed overhearing the conversation between him and Marcy.

“You about ready to go?” Hans asked the room.

“Only if we can stop and grab tacos on the way.” Sage giggled as Hans grabbed their things and they all made their way to Marcy’s car.

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