Blissfully Hers: Bliss Series, Book Seven Read online

  She says something but I can’t hear it. From my distance I see him mouth the words, Yes, mistress, and then he stills. Holding the crop parallel to the floor, she presses it to his lips and he grasps it with his teeth, holding it there. Her hands cup his face briefly, then slide downward, around the outsides of his chest, down the center of his ribcage and belly, and straight down until she grasps his slightly-erect cock and starts to stroke it.

  He’s hard in seconds, and with every stroke, he moans. When he’s finally so hard that he’s thrusting his hips with each stroke, she pulls the crop from his teeth, steps back, and with a quick flick, knocks one of the clothes pins from his ball sack. The scream he lets loose rings in my ears. That’s followed by one slap of the crop right after the other until they’re all gone, and then she starts on his nipples. With each one, he howls just a little softer until at the final one, he’s simply gasping for air.

  That’s the instant she starts working his dick for all she’s worth, and he’s coming undone fast. Seconds later, he shoots off a stream of cum that would make any man proud, but he’s so frantic that I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even notice. And she just keeps stroking until he’s squirming and begging her to stop. Eventually she does. After unbuckling all his restraints, she points to the floor in front of her and he kneels there. It doesn’t take long to figure out what’s next.

  She steps up, unzips the crotch of that latex suit, grabs his hair with a tight hand, and forces his face to her slit. I watch in amazement as he consumes her, watch her face change from stern to ecstatic, watch her body shake with the orgasm he gives her, careful to wrap his hands around her ass to keep her from falling. He continues until she slaps his back with her crop and then he stops, licks his lips, and waits, still kneeling, his hands resting on his thighs, palms up.

  After carefully zipping up her suit, she leans down, tips his face upward toward her with a crooked finger under his chin, and kisses him deeply. There’s a look of complete and utter bliss on his face, a look that tells me she’s conveying her pleasure in him with that kiss and he’s receiving it proudly. As soon as she breaks the kiss, she takes his hand, helps him stand, and leads him away toward the private rooms in the back.

  I’m enthralled. My mind is still trying to make sense of everything I just saw when I hear Boone whisper, “Well, that was impressive.” Honestly, I never gave that any thought.

  I’m just sitting here trying to come up with ways to get her to do that with me.

  * * *

  Baker is always with Boone and Melina on Tuesday nights, so I’m sure that’s an evening I can go to the club without running into them.

  Fortunately, when I ask Boone if I can leave a little early this afternoon, he says yes. I head straight for the nearest adult store and roll into the parking lot, then remember something important: Melina works here. I can’t go in here and ask for the kinds of things I need. Of course, if I go in and she’s there, I can ask for something else, I suppose, so I go on in.

  Sure enough, there she is. “Hey! What are you doing here?”

  I’ve got to play it cool. “Just came in to look around. Wondered what you had in the way of club wear for guys.”

  “You mean fetwear, and we don’t have a lot. Most of the guys order stuff, but we do have a few things. Let’s see … Ever think about wearing a kilt?”

  Even though I don’t mean to, I kinda snort. “No. Can’t say that I have.”

  “A lot of the guys like them. Manly and yet very convenient. They don’t wear underwear under them, just free-ball, so there’s no undressing necessary. Really great for fucking a submissive on stage if you don’t particularly want everybody staring at your ass,” she explains. Well, I have to say, I can see the wisdom in that. She holds one up. “This would look good on you with your dark coloring.” It’s a red tartan with a lot of green and blue in it.

  “I dunno. Not sure about that. What about these?” I ask, holding up a pair of what looks like latex boxer briefs.

  “Oh, those are mostly worn by male submissives,” she says. If only you knew, I think, but I don’t dare say anything.

  “They don’t look especially comfortable.”

  She giggles a little. “They’re not supposed to be comfortable. They’re supposed to be sexy.”

  “I see.” I go on through the rack, but I really don’t see much. “I suppose I’ll just order something.”

  “That’s going to be your best bet. I can help you with that if you want,” she says with a smile.

  “Nah. That’s okay. I’ll go home and look on the internet, but thanks. And it’s always good to see you, honey,” I tell her and reach to hug her.

  She wraps her arms around my waist and hugs me back. “Good to see you too. You know, we haven’t had a date night yet. I hope you decide to do that with us, Brandt. I’d really like to get to know you better.”

  “I’m giving it some thought. I just don’t have a woman who can reciprocate.”

  “Boone didn’t either for a good while, but that didn’t keep him from being able to spend time with Misti and Kara. So please―give it some thought. Serious thought.”

  I drop a little kiss on her forehead. “Thanks. I’d like to get to know you better too.”

  “See you in the next couple of days?” she asks as I head for the door.

  “You know it. See ya later.” I’m trying not to run to my car, but it’s difficult. That’s what I want to do more than anything.

  Once inside it, I pull out of the parking lot, drive a block, and pull into a vacant car dealership. My head is spinning and my chest is tight. Pure anxiety courses through my body. She didn’t guess, did she? I hope not. I’m not sure what I’ll do if anybody does.

  I make it back to my apartment with about two hours to spare. All I have to wear is black jeans and a black tee with my black biker boots, so that’ll have to do. I shower, get dressed, stop for a bite to eat, and get there by seven. The guy at the door doesn’t know me, so he calls inside, then tells me to go on in.

  Brian’s behind the bar when I walk in. “Want a drink?”

  “Sure. What kind of beer do you have?” He runs down the list and I pick one. After a swig, I set it down and look around.

  “Didn’t think you’d be a drinker,” he says quietly as he stacks glasses above the register.

  “There are a lot of things I am now that I didn’t think I’d ever be. That’s just one of many,” I reply.

  “You didn’t think you’d want to be a member of a club either, I’m guessing,” he says.

  “Nope.” Boone doesn’t know that yet, and I don’t intend to tell him.

  His voice is low when he leans toward me and says, “And didn’t think you’d be a submissive either, did you?” I guess my eyes fly open because he says, “I was watching you last night as you were watching Lucinda and Kane. I could see it. Do your brothers know?”

  “No. And I’d appreciate it if you’d say nothing,” I mutter.

  “I’d never say anything. That’s a personal observation from me and nothing more. What you say to me is in confidence.” When I work up the courage to look him in the eye, I can tell he’s serious.

  “Thank you.” I’m so terrified that’s all I can force out.

  “If there’s anything I can help you with, or any questions I can answer, I’ll be glad to. I’m here to help, Brandt. That’s my job as a dungeon master.”

  “Okay then, here’s a question. What orientation do I go through in this instance? Because I don’t belong with a bunch of Dominants, and I don’t belong in a group with female submissives.”

  “I’m sure we could talk Danielle into doing something private for you if you want. She’s really good at what she does.”

  “Danielle?”

  “One of our resident Dominatrices. I’d be glad to ask her if she’d consider working with you.”

  I nod. “That would be good.”

  “Or better yet,” he says and motions behind me, “you could talk to h
er yourself. Good evening, Mistress Danielle.”

  I turn and there’s a woman standing right behind me. The sinking feeling in my chest is followed by an internally loud thunk in my gut. “Evening, Master Brian. Could I have a diet soda, please? One of those cherry colas if you’ve got it.” He dips down, pulls one out of the fridge, and hands it to her. “Thanks so much.”

  “You’re welcome. By the way, this is Brandt. He’s a new club member. Brandt, this is Mistress Danielle.”

  “Pleasure to meet you,” I tell her and hold out a hand.

  “The pleasure’s all mine.” Her hand is soft when she takes mine, but very firm, and I feel a tingling sensation in my balls. I want to rake my gaze over her form, to really drink in those beautiful curves inside that latex suit, but a sense of helplessness takes over and I find myself unable to look at her.

  “Do you think you might be able to go over and have a chat with Brandt here? He’s between our orientations and could benefit from a club member discussing things with him.”

  “Sure! Come on over and have a seat,” she says and beckons me to follow her with a smile.

  I spin to look at Brian and mouth, Thank you! He just nods and grins.

  With a point to a sofa, she asks, “Is this good?”

  “Could we maybe go over there?” I ask in reply and motion to the corner. The farther away I am from everybody else, the better.

  Her brows pop up and she shrugs. “Um, sure. That’s fine.” I let her lead, watching her small but perfect ass sway all the way there. When we sit down, she settles into the corner of the sofa and turns to face me with one knee up on the cushion, her foot dangling off the edge, its red-bottomed satin platform stiletto catching the light. “What can I help you with?”

  “Can I be totally honest with you?”

  She nods. “Honesty is one of the basic tenets of the lifestyle.”

  “I mean, honest and discreet? I mean, confidential?” I stammer, not knowing how to convey what I’m trying to say.

  “You mean, if you talk to me will I tell anyone what you’ve said? Absolutely not. This is a private conversation, and I get the feeling it’s not a common one. What’s going on?”

  “I come from a long line of Dominants. My grandfathers, my dad and my uncles, my brothers.”

  She looks perplexed. “If you’ve got that much family in the lifestyle, why talk to me? Ask one of them if you’ve got questions.”

  “Because they have no idea … I mean, things are different for me.”

  “You’re not like a pedophile or something, are you?” she asks, her face wrinkled in disgust.

  I shake my head and my cheeks burn. “No. I’m not. I’m … I’m a submissive.”

  “Oh.” Then I can see it clicks for her. “Oh! I see! Yeah, that would be difficult. I can’t begin to imagine how difficult. So what do you want to know?”

  “I guess, um, maybe, how does being a male submissive differ from being a female submissive? I don’t really know that much about the lifestyle, just what I’ve heard my brothers say, and it’s kind of spotty at best.”

  “Hmmm.” I can almost hear the gears whirring in her head. “I suppose the biggest difference is that at some point, the male submissive has to be somewhat dominant. I mean, unless she plans to ride him every time, a male submissive has to turn a bit dominant to fuck his mistress. There’s no other way. And if she wants a good pounding, he’ll have to be the one to give it to her. There’s also CBT, a thing female submissives don’t have to endure.” I know the look I give her is one of total confusion. “Cock and ball torture. I mean, clit torture isn’t really a thing, or at least not much of one. There’s no equipment made for it, as far as I know. But CBT? There’s a plethora of stuff. Plus the good old-fashioned type of torture.”

  “Old-fashioned?”

  “Yeah. Stiletto heel to the nuts, rubber mallet, things like that.” I shudder. “I see you’re not into that stuff.”

  “No. Not really. Sounds incredibly painful.”

  “Are you a pain slut?”

  That elicits a shrug from me. “I have no idea, but I don’t think so.”

  “Sounds like you need to explore your submissive side,” she says from inside her glass as she takes another sip of her soda.

  That statement makes me incredibly sad. “That’s a total understatement. I’ve never been able to.”

  “Never?” I shake my head. “How old are you?”

  A dump truck load of shame drops on my head. “Forty-one.”

  “How have you stood it all these years?”

  “I dunno. I guess the fear was more powerful than the need.”

  “I’d say. Married?”

  “Divorced.”

  “You’re not from here, are you?” she asks with a sly grin.

  “Nope. Alabama.”

  “Thought so. South, that is. What did you do in Alabama?”

  My eyes close and I let out a long, ragged sigh. “I was a Baptist preacher.”

  “Wow. So you’re basically a kink virgin,” she says and I nod in shame. “Hey, look at me.” When I lift my head, I see something I never thought I’d see.

  There’s a tiny tear in the inside corner of her eye, and I realize she can feel my pain. “I’m so sorry that life pigeon-holed you that way. Maybe out here you can finally be who you need to be.”

  “Not with my brothers around.”

  “And they are? Around, I mean?”

  “The youngest one.”

  “Wait … Master Boone’s your brother? I don’t know why I didn’t realize that sooner. He’s a sweetheart.”

  “How’d you know?”

  She snorts. “Oh, come on. Look at you. You look enough alike that there’s no doubt. Blake too. He came in here once with his wife and Boone and Melina. Nice guy. And I’ve known Melina for years. Why wouldn’t you tell Boone? Of all people, I think he’d understand and embrace your kink.”

  “No. I can’t, because we’re a tightly-knit family and he’d tell all the rest. Blake, yeah, maybe he’d be okay with it. Brock would grind my nuts to a powder. And my dad … I have no idea how he and my mom would react. Probably disown me.” The very idea makes me queasy.

  She sits there in silence for a minute or so while I wonder what she’s going to say next. And I’m totally blown away with her offer. “I could work with you privately, see what you need and want. Would that help?”

  Gratitude fills my soul. Another human being wants to help me. That’s more than I could’ve asked for. I’m so accustomed to people wanting me to do something for them that I don’t know how to react, and I hear my own voice breaking when I say, “Oh, god, yes. That would be great. I can’t believe you’d … Thanks. Thanks so much, Mistress Danielle. I really appreciate it.”

  “Hey.” She reaches to take my hand, then her other comes up and brushes across my face. I don’t understand what she’s doing until it dawns on me that there are tears rolling down my cheeks, tears of relief unlike anything I’ve ever known. “It’ll be okay. I know that sense of frustration. I went through it for years, trying to be a submissive and failing miserably, all because I thought that was what I was supposed to be. Take a deep breath and come with me.” She stands, reaches for my hand, and I take hers without hesitation.

  In seconds, we’re in a private room in the back. Before she closes the door, she says, “Hand me your keys. What kind of car do you have?”

  “What? Black Audi. Why?”

  “Keys. I’ll be right back.” I have no idea what’s going on, so I fork them over and sit down on the edge of the bed as I watch her leave. She’s back in a couple of minutes, and she returns the keys. “I talked to Brian. Your car is outside the back door. He said you can come and go that way. But we need to make arrangements for the nights you’ll be here so we can have a room reserved and you don’t have to walk through the front. Sound okay?”

  Stunned. That’s the only way to describe how I feel. “You’d do that for me?”

  “Of cour
se. If I’m going to take on your training, that’s my job.” Now I really don’t know what to say. “Let’s begin, shall we? You don’t know if you’re a pain slut. So let’s find out. Undress.”

  “O-o-o-okay.” I’ve never undressed in front of a woman who wasn’t my wife, so this is a little weird, but I manage. I’m standing with my back to her, unsure what to do next.

  “Turn around.” There’s no way for me to hide the blush spreading across my cheeks. “Um-hmmm,” she says as she peruses my body, and by perusing, I mean she leaves no stone unturned, especially the two stones below my dick. Matter of fact, she grasps them and pulls upward, then leans down like she’s checking under the hood of a car. When she rights herself, she lets them fall and looks straight into my eyes. “First off, you’re going to have to do some manscaping. I’ll give you particulars on that. Otherwise, you’re a gorgeous specimen of a man. Beautiful chest, small but pert nipples, love this hair,” she says and trails her fingers down my chest, on down my belly, and to my cock. “Good-sized balls―they feel good in my hand. Very nice flaccid cock. Does it get much bigger when it’s hard?”

  “A bit.” My voice is somewhat strangled. I’ve never discussed my penis before. This is new territory for me.

  “Head’s a nice shape and the color is beautiful. It’ll feel good inside me, I’m sure.” Oh holy hell. She’s gonna fuck me. I like how things are moving along. “Have you been sexually active recently?”

  “No. Nobody but my wife, and we’ve been apart for ten months now.”

  “Wow. Masturbate regularly?”

  “Um,” I say hesitantly, “maybe once every two or three days?”

  “You should be masturbating every day, at least once a day. Your body needs that, and so does your mind. Keeps you on your toes sexually. What have you done in the past?”

  “Meaning?”

  “Sexually.”

  “Nothing.”