Page 38 of Wickedly Played
“Mistress Aphrodite,” he greets me with his head down.
Caden is a good-looking man, but he’s too clean-cut for me. He dresses well, and it is clear he takes care of his fitness. He’s also an excellent tipper when it's the end of our sessions. I’ve never slept with him in the physical sense, but we do have an emotional connection. I like to make sure he’s my last client of the day so I can give him more affection.
Joey and I walk through the front doors into the club, and he leads me to the locker room area. My first client of the night is Becca, and I have been involved in the D/s relationship for a couple of years. She has made it known that her feelings for me are deeper than those of my usual clients.
Becca is already waiting for me in the Sky Room, which is my favorite room. I love how it is decorated with moody lighting and dark, rich furniture schemes. Becca is on her knees for me when I come into the room and she smiles down at her clutched hands in front of her.
“My pet. I’ve missed you,” I greet her while shucking off my robe. I lay it on the bed across from her. “Have you missed me?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Show me how much you missed me,” I command her. Becca is a beautiful woman in her late thirties. I love how dark her mocha skin is, and her bright smile when she looks at me. Her eyes are a deep honeyed brown color that sparkle when she’s excited.
She crawls over, stopping at my feet. She looks up at me with a devious smile on her face. “Mistress, may I kiss your shoes?”
“You may.”
Ten minutes later, I have her rigged to the cross on the wall. Her beautiful body is wrapped in my ropes, waiting for me to command her to come. I love how gorgeous she is when she’s like this.
“You look beautiful, my good girl,” I praise her. “Would you like my paddle, flogger, or my hand to turn your ass that beautiful pink color you know I love?”
“Whatever my mistress desires,” Becca answers.
“Very well.” I begin to spank her with my open hand several times in rapid succession. Like the pro she is, she knows to count and thank me for each slap. On my tenth one, I check in on her. “Could I get a color, pet?”
“Green,” she breathes.
“The ropes aren’t too tight?”
“No, Mistress. Thank you.”
I work her body over until she’s begging to come. Becca’s body is tense as I rub my hands down her back until I reach the swell of her ass. She keens as her body tries to meet mine in the middle. “Your ass is a beautiful shade of rosy pink. Pet, you have pleased me greatly.”
She moans in the back of her throat. “Mistress, thank you for letting me please you.”
“Do you think you deserve for me to make you come?” I taunt.
“Whatever my mistress would like.” Her voice sounds forced, as if she’s struggling. I know she wants to reach her orgasm.
I smile, grabbing one of the vibrators that are next to the cross. Taking the pink one, I bring it to her lips. “Suck, pet.”
She sucks the toy between her mouth with her eyes looking at me. Becca’s tongue laves over the toy to get it wet. I pinch her nipples between my fingers until she gasps from the pain. I bite down on her right one, flicking my tongue over it to numb the sting.
“My pet is greedy tonight.” I wink at her with my teeth, sinking into her nipple. “You are so hot to the touch, lover. Have you been thinking of me?”
“All the time, Mistress. Please get me off.”
Taking the toy from her lips, I trail it over her nipples, turning the vibrations on. My tongue traces the trek of the tip until it reaches her shaved mound. My tongue flicks against her clit. Her head flies back at my assault. It isn’t long before she’s screaming loudly as she charges toward her release.
“Ask my permission before you come, pet,” I remind her with my mouth sucking her clit.
“I’m going to come. Please let me come,” she begs.
I’ve considered giving her an orgasm denial, but Becca is a great submissive. I love the trust we have for each other and how much she enjoys pleasing me. Becca loves to visit me at the club, and she has been my bunny during shows. She’s beautiful as she shoves her pussy into my mouth.
“You may come,” I instruct her. I push her over the edge after three more licks, a nibble, and the toy plunging inside of her. “That’s it. That’s my good girl.”
I begin the process of unraveling her so we can do our aftercare. Becca’s body is limp when she falls on me, and I kiss her lips. “You did magnificent, my pet.” I help her over to the bed, lay her down in the middle, and go to the fridge to get her things.
