How Cassie Got Her Grind Back (33 page)

Cassie had scheduled time with Joseph, at his suggestion, and was supposed to be engrossed in a tour of the club by that point. She hadn’t fled, at least not yet. Her vehicle was still in parking lot. If all had gone well, he’d find her wherever Joseph and Bunny were.

He took the short flight of stairs leading to the expansive, arched entry to the club. The music of Disturbed set the mood in the club, and the lights were dimmed, making it hard to spot his sweet brunette, so he looked for Joseph and his sassy redheaded submissive instead.

“Hey,” Randall said, appearing beside him with Mona in tow. She looked ready to burst at the seams but wouldn’t speak until Randall gave his permission. “You looking for your sub?”

Samson stilled and blinked at him.

“Okay, your
potential
sub,” Randall corrected, using air quotes. Mona’s eyes were bright, and she practically bounced on the balls of her feet, quite a feat in her five-inch heels. She squeezed Randall’s forearm and waited as Randall said, “Cassie is a sweetheart.”

“How is she taking the tour so far?” Samson asked, relieved for the opportunity to find out how it’d gone before finding her.

“Well, she had that Alice in Wonderland bewilderment for a while, but watching Joseph torture Bunny seemed to help a little.”

Samson closed his eyes and tried to form words and failed as Randall started laughing. “I know. They’re done though. I’ll let him tell you what she did.”

Mona snorted with laughter but clamped her hand over her lips.

“So she’s had a chance to watch some scenes, get a feel for things. Did they tour the dungeon yet?”

Randall nodded and then smiled at Mona. “Sugar, what did you want to tell Samson?”

Mona beamed and returned Samson’s greeting and hug and said, “Sir, Cassie is…she’s perfect for you, Sir. She’s so caring and
gorgeous
.”

He recalled Cassie had been nervous about how to dress and fix her hair and makeup so she wouldn’t stand out. He’d assured her that was impossible because she’d always stand out from the crowd where he was concerned. “She’ll be relieved to hear that, Mona. Thank you for telling me.”

“She was nervous at first, but Master Joseph sat down with her and they talked, giving her time to acclimate. Sir, you should know Jillian, Master Hector and Juno’s submissive friend, is here tonight.” She glanced at Randall, and he gave her a small nod. “She interrupted Master Joseph’s tour with Cassie to ask for you. She told him you’d said you’d be open to playing with her again.”

Samson frowned, recalling his time with Jillian. She’d won herself a discipline session for inexcusable rudeness toward Bunny, who had been brand new to the lifestyle at the time. He wouldn’t have taken the whip in hand for her except Joseph had asked him. There was absolutely no denying she was a masochist, and she might’ve made a decent submissive if she weren’t so self-centered. He’d come away from their encounter feeling dissatisfied and hadn’t welcomed her to seek him out again. “She lied.”

Mona nodded. “I remember how it was between the two of you when you were done. I think it might’ve stung Cassie’s feelings a bit. Bunny is with them now, and I think she’d tell Cassie that Jillian lied, except she’s been silenced as part of her punishment for tonight.” Samson had to smile, knowing how hard a task that would be for Bunny. It was easy to be silent when gagged, not so much if she was simply under an edict.

“What did Joseph tell Jillian about playing with me?”

After Mona filled him in, he thanked his friends and headed toward the archway leading to the stairs to the dungeon. Sweet Cassie was probably having culture shock if she was down there, and he wouldn’t have allowed it except Joseph and her friend were with her. He wasn’t even sure if it was necessary to take her down there since he couldn’t picture himself taking her there to play.

He paused near the archway, having spotted Brandon, whom Mona had mentioned Joseph had sent Jillian off with. He’d restrained her, blindfolded and gagged, to a cross and was just putting up his whip and deciding between two canes he’d pulled from his toy bag when he looked up and spotted Samson standing nearby. Brandon grinned at him and ambled over to the perimeter of the scene area.

In a whispered tone, so he wouldn’t be overheard, Samson said, “Thanks for taking her on.”

Brandon chuckled deep in his beefy chest. “She’s a piece of work. Evidently my technique is lacking compared to yours, which is why she’s gagged.”

Samson frowned, memories returning of being similarly castigated by the last sub he’d had a relationship with a few years before. “Don’t let what she says bother you. She’s mad she didn’t get her way. You’re better with a cane than I am. Show her.”

“Yeah, she changed her tune. I’m watching her close, too, since she said she won’t use a safe word. Makes my job twice as hard and not as much fun.”

“Same with me, man. Thank you, and good luck.”

“No problem, brah,” he said with a chuckle before returning to his charge and teasing her thigh with the cane, giving an experimental pop on her already streaked buttocks.

Samson shook his head as he took the stairs. It went against his personal preferences to play with a partner who wouldn’t employ a safe word. He was well versed enough to scene with a sub who had that frame of mind because he paid careful attention to their responses and observed his own limits where dishing out pain was concerned. Brandon would be every bit as careful, even if it meant sending her on her way not completely satisfied.

His last sub had publicly complained that he hadn’t lived up to her expectations, a huge insult to any sadist, but what she had, in reality, been dissatisfied about had been his lack of interest in taking the relationship to the next level. He’d never felt sure enough about her to collar her or make a lifelong commitment. She’d been spoiled, like Jillian, and rather than showing patience and exploring the bond they
did
have, she threw a fit in the club and ended it right there. Being told he was inadequate had stung.

He shook his head again, clearing the negativity as he slowly descended into the sullen and shadowy environs of the dungeon, breathing deeply and exhaling to calm the nerves tumbling in his gut. The pulsing beat and deep vocals of the music were punctuated by the howls of a racked sub enduring cock and ball torture at the hands of his wickedly sadistic Mistress Cecilia. Samson waved, and she grinned, pointed down a corridor, and blew him a kiss before going back to tormenting her submissive.

He’d turned in that direction and spotted Bunny’s auburn hair when a club light flashed across it. She stood with Joseph and next to them, like a dark angel, stood the woman he loved, watching a spanking scene. Joseph leaned toward her to speak so he wouldn’t interfere with the scene.

As Samson drew near, he caught his eye, and Joseph grinned as he said, “Cassie, you’ve seen several spankings since you arrived tonight. Remember the fun, erotic spanking scene with the sub giggling as she went over her Master’s lap?”

“Yes, Sir.” She nodded with a smile, obviously not realizing he was there.

“And then there was one where the sub was restrained on a spanking bench and spanked as a punishment. Do you remember it?”

“She sassed her Dom, right?”

“She overstepped sassy, I’m afraid. She was disrespectful. I can guarantee you, after the spanking, he handled her after care and they had a serious conversation.” Joseph pointed a finger at the ceiling. “And Jillian is upstairs receiving what anyone would agree is a hardcore spanking. Yes, that’s what she came for. But she was rude and lied to me, so I didn’t reward her.”

Cassie tilted her head and said, “I’m confused. I didn’t necessarily think she was friendly, but rude?”

“She made a nonverbal demand by placing herself directly in my path, blocking us so I had no choice but to give her attention. A polite sub would’ve kneeled to the side, head bowed, giving a more subtle cue she had a question to ask—if I was available.”

“I see. And the lie, if you don’t mind my curiosity?”

Samson stroked her shoulder and answered for Joseph. “I didn’t invite her to play with me personally again.”

She gasped and turned to him. “Hello!” It was reassuring when she came right into his arms without hesitation, but then she looked up at him. “Wait. Now I’m more confused. I understand about the rudeness because there must be rules the submissives are required to follow with all the Doms, but she lied so you didn’t reward her?”

“She wanted time with Samson, and I denied her. If it had been any other submissive or masochist expressing the need for Samson’s abilities, I would’ve left it to him to say yes or no. Until she attempted to sway me by telling me you’d welcome playing with her again, I would’ve afforded her the same courtesy. I detest liars.” Joseph turned to his wife and stroked her cheek. “
Fiammetta
, you are such a pleasure. You’ve been dying to tell Cassie that Jillian lied and Samson had no interest in playing with her, haven’t you?”

“Oh my freaking
gawd
, yes,” she enunciated in low tones so she didn’t disrupt nearby scenes. “That heinous hose-beast was standing right behind you when you mentioned Samson to Cassie. She knew exactly what she was doing when she asked for him the way she did and then gave Cassie the stink eye.”

Joseph chuckled through her outburst and then tipped her chin up. “Better?”

Bunny giggled. “All better. But still
very
horny
,” she said, practically purring as she rubbed her chest against his arm.

“Excellent. Rest your vocal chords a while longer, and then I’ll let you come. But just to make sure you’re primed and ready for me, hop up on the table for a moment.”

Bunny popped her mouth open but wisely didn’t utter a word. She did as he asked and growled like an angry kitten as he pulled down her G-string. Joseph’s chuckle had a decidedly evil quality to it as he bent down to her pussy and licked her clit several times, drawing a squeak and shaky moan from Bunny as he took her to the edge and then reattached the clit suction toy. She stilled with her weight resting back on her elbows after he had it in place and had fixed her G-string. An adorable moan came from her when Joseph turned the toy back on with the remote. He helped her down and she bit her lip as she tried to stand up straight. She looked as if she was torn between humping his leg and biting him hard enough to draw blood.

Joseph chuckled and patted her head. “You make me so happy, my sweet and
silent
little
fiammetta
.”

Cassie looked understandably sympathetic but quickly turned to Samson. “There’s more to sadism than just beating on masochists, right?”

“Definitely. I love using a whip, but only on someone who has a corresponding desire to
be
whipped. Did you imagine me trying to convince you that you have a latent masochistic tendency?” She nodded. “I’m not gonna lie. I wouldn’t hesitate, if you let me show you firsthand how good I am with a whip. But I wouldn’t do anything to shatter what you feel for me…and Ivan.”

“Oh, Ivan,” she said in response. “Is he still planning to be here later this evening.”

“Yes, he called and said he’d be here in a bit.”

“Is that so?” Joseph asked, a big smile spreading across his face. “Ivan should get quite a reaction from the subs. Too bad he’s not inclined toward Dominance or sadism.”

Cassie giggled softly. “One pushy Dom is enough, thank you very much.”

Joseph struggled to contain his laughter and turned to him. “When you arrived, I was explaining that not all spankings are created equal. We’re done down here,” he said as he gestured in the direction of the stairs leading back to the main club floor. “I explained erotic, punishment, and hardcore spankings. You might share your knowledge of therapeutic spankings.”

He and Joseph led the way to the VIP seating area upstairs, and Samson noticed Cassie watching as Bunny knelt on the thick cushion Joseph kept there just for her. Cassie bit her lip and glanced up to find him observing her, and her cheeks colored prettily. She looked down at her hands and then at him. “Where would you like me…Sir?”

This is what it’s like to feel ten feet tall.

* * * *

Cassie waited for his reply with her breath stuttering in her chest. He caressed her cheek with gentle fingers and said, “My lap, of course.” He sat down and held out his arms expectantly.

She mashed her lips together as she looked at the padded chair and at him.

“Don’t worry,” he said reassuringly as he patted his knee. “I can handle you. My knees would be aching in sympathy if I had you kneel. And you and I need to talk before you learn the ins and outs of submitting.”

“The innate foundation is already there, Samson,” Joseph said before smiling at her, letting her know she was part of the conversation. “I think you already have a lot of natural submissive responses. All the club furniture is built solidly so you’ve no cause for worry, Cassie.”

How does he do that? Or am I just obvious?

She’d never sat in a man’s lap before. Her father hadn’t been the hands-on, touchy-feely type when she’d been little, and it wasn’t something Bill—the husband approved of by her dad—would ever have invited her to do—and she and the guys hadn’t gotten around to it yet.