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“I read it in a book,” Sharon said, almost primly, which made Ellie giggle again. “You know, how the man is a player but then he meets this one woman andhas sex with her and then BOOM! He suddenly changes all his ways and wants to commit. Magic vagina. Which means you have the magic penis, because everyone knows Ellie doesn’t do any kind of relationships, but then you come along and BOOM! Collared.” Every time she said “BOOM” Sharon leaned back a little and threw up her hands in front of her, spreading her fingers like little mini-explosions. It was so amusing to watch even Jake was having trouble keeping a smile off his face.
“How do you know my penis isn’t magical?” Andrew asked looking disgruntled as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Sharon patted his arm. “Kate says it makes plenty of magic for her, but there can only be one Magic Mike.”
“I’m never going to be able to hear that name without thinking about your penis now,” Chris said, making a face at Michael. “Your magical, magical penis.”
Ellie laughed so hard she snorted, and she was pretty sure she wasn’t the only one.
Conversation turned to Marquis, since everyone was naturally curious about the new club and not everyone had had a chance to talk to Michael or Patrick before now. Angel and Adam, who already knew plenty, and Andrew and Kate headed down to the Dungeon to scene; they’d just been waiting for Ellie and Michael to appear. With how crowded Stronghold was becoming, it was always easier to find a piece of empty equipment earlier in the evening.
Time flew by, until it was suddenly time to go to Jail. Her and Michael’s first real scene as a club couple. The collar seemed to fit even more snugly around her neck and her ass tightened around the plug as they excused themselves from the conversation. Her pulse fluttered wildly as Michael took her hand and led her to the stairs.
Chapter 10
As much fun as it had been to catch up with all their friends, Michael was relieved they hadn’t had a long wait before being able to head to their room. He was antsy as hell from signing the contract, plugging Ellie, and then seeing her in his collar and cuffs. The need to fully claim her, to mark her so she’d have the evidence of their scene for days, was riding him hard.
The Jail would be good for impact play and he was looking forward to using it to its best advantage.
The Dungeon was crowded, although it looked like the others had managed to find places to play. Michael was extra grateful for Patrick’s offer of the private room now. He was not only going to have room to swing the whip, but he was going to have Ellie all to himself. It didn’t matter that everyone had been watching her scene with other Doms for months… now she was his.
While exhibitionism didn’t turn Michael off, it wasn’t something which really got him going either. He appreciated being appreciated for being a good Dom or admiration for his skill with a whip, but an audience didn’t arouse him. Since he tried to focus solely on what he was doing, an audience just didn’t make a difference to him one way or another.
Being able to keep Ellie all to himself… nowthatdefinitely did something for him.
When the door closed behind them, it did so with a satisfying click. Some of the noise from the Dungeon still filtered through, adding to the atmosphere, since only the loudest cries and screams were still audible.
Ellie stood in the center of the room, in front of the desk, looking nervous. Behind her, the bars on the cell beckoned temptingly. Michael grinned, which made her shift uncertainly back and forth on her feet. Excitement, anxiety, and just the tiniest bit of fearful anticipation flitted across her face; just the kind of reaction he liked to see.
“Turn around and move in front of the bars,” he ordered. He wasn’t interested in actually putting her in the jail cell, but the bars could be very useful. Arousal lit up Ellie’s dark eyes before she turned around and scampered over to the bars, moving with a quickness that came from eagerness. “Spread your legs and hold onto the bars in front of you, above your head.”
The position made her skirt ride up slightly, the curve of her ass barely keeping it in place. Even from behind, he could see her breath quickening as he approached. She peeked over her shoulder at him before snapping her head back around, as if afraid she’d done something wrong. Michael didn’t mind her looking, so he didn’t chastise her.
Coming up behind her, he gently placed his hands on her shoulders. Her muscles were a little tense, but she quickly relaxed as he kneaded them slightly.
“I’m going to have to search you and make sure you aren’t hiding anything from me, Miss Sandler,” he said, his voice lighter and more teasing than it should be. This was why he didn’t do role-play.
It might be for the best though. Ellie giggled, relaxing further as his hands moved over the backs of her shoulders and to her sides. His fingers stretched to stroke the sides of her breasts as he moved his hands up and down the slick material of her dress; down to her hips, back up to her breasts, slowly moving towards the front of her.
When he cupped the undersides of her breasts, rather than just brushing against them, there was a little hitch in her breath. Michael pressed up behind her, feeling the warmth of her body, and ran his lips over the base of her neck as she leaned her head back against him. Kneading her breasts, he felt her nipples pressing against his palms, through the fabric of her dress.
“Hmmm… I’m not sure, I think I’ll need to examine this area more closely for dangerous weapons,” he said. “Arms down.” Ellie’s arms dropped and he rolled the top of her dress down, pulling her arms through the armholes before raising them back up again, placing her hands where he wanted them on the bars in front of her. Then he let his hands glide over her skin, back down her arms to her breasts.
Ellie moaned as he cupped the soft, heavy mounds, his fingers seeking out her nipples and rolling them between his fingers. She squirmed, rubbing her ass against his erection as he pulled and tugged on the tiny buds, teasing her with the light contact.
“Naughty, naughty,” he murmured, giving her nipples a hard enough pinch to make her gasp. “Don’t worry, I have something to help you stay still.”
Going back to his bag, he pulled out a pair of nipple clamps and several short chains, two heavy ones and one very light, thin one. Returning to Ellie, he quickly attached her cuffs to the bars, then he moved around and entered the jail so she was facing him.
Her nipples were tightly budded, her breasts thrust towards him, not quite touching the cool, metal bars of the jail. With her black hair tumbled around her shoulders, enhancing her creamy skin and the pink of her nipples, she looked utterly gorgeous and entirely too enticing.
“I think you’re on the wrong side of the bars,” she teased, looking up at him with amusement sparking in her eyes.
Chuckling, Michael pinched one of her nipples and used it to pull her forward against the bars. She let out a low moan at the tight pressure on her tender bud, and then shivered as she was pulled against the bars. Leaning down, Michael placed a very gentle kiss on her lips.
He hadn’t planned to kiss her yet, until he’d gotten in here and seen her looking up at him with those big, dark eyes, full of passionate arousal. While having bars between them wasn’t really the way he’d wanted to kiss her, there was something sexy about it in a fun way. In some ways, it was almost like the wall Ellie had around herself had been made real - and he was sneaking through it. In other ways, there was just something kind of hot about being able to caress her as he pleased, but not do any more than touch. Maybe he had a little streak of masochism in him as well.
The wide-eyed look of surprise she gave him when he pulled away from the gentle kiss without deepening it made him chuckle. He liked keeping her on her toes and doing the unexpected.
