now, this closeness. She desired Tony’s gentle, warm brand of aftercare as much as she had craved his dominance earlier. He was an expert with a whip, a flogger, or a cane, but he came into his own with the cuddles afterwards. It was one of the reasons she adored scening with him, one of the reasons she could contemplate no other Dom since they had started to play together.
She curled up in his lap, his arms around her. Thea laid her cheek on his chest, loving the feel of the expensive silk mix of his shirt, cool against her face. He smoothed the hair back from her forehead and dropped a light kiss on the top of her head.
“I’ll be alright soon. Just a few minutes…”
“No rush, sweetheart. We have all night. Or I do.”
“I need to get home.”
“Yeah? Why’s that then?”
“I, I just do. But you haven’t… I mean, would you like to find a private room?”
“You beg me to fuck you most times, and it’s no hardship to oblige. But it’s not mandatory. You’re tired, pretty wrung out in fact, and as a rule I prefer my subs to be conscious when I fuck them. I think we’re done here. Apart from this, of course.” He tightened his arms around her, hauling her up against him and rubbing large circles on her back. “Ah, here’s your tea.”
“I love this… with you. Sir.” Thea’s words were a soft whisper, barely audible. Despite her submissive nature she often struggled to admit out loud to feeling vulnerable. And gratitude was way up there on the same scale of personal risk-taking as far as she was concerned. It was a measure of her trust in Tony that she could say as much as she had.
“You earn it. Every time, but that was an intense scene. More than usual. Is there anything wrong?”
“Wrong? What do you mean? I thought you said I did well…”
“That’s not what I mean. You were very—needy. Demanding, as though you had demons to exorcise. So I wondered what caused that.”
“Nothing. At least, nothing here. With you.”
“Okay, I get that you’re entitled to your privacy and I’m not prying. But we are friends, yes? You know you can talk to me. I can listen almost as well as I can handle a flogger.”
“I do know. It’s not that, and not you. I just, I like to keep things separate. It’s better that way.”
“I’m not sure I agree, but if you insist. You have my mobile number. Use it if you change your mind. Shall I pour?”
Thea nodded, and considered the matter closed. She wriggled into a sitting position but despite her reluctance to open up to him, and her claims that she had to get home, she was in no real hurry to separate from Tony’s comforting warmth. She took the offered cup of steaming tea and sipped slowly, allowing her body time to drift gently back down from the endorphin-induced high. She spotted a couple of chocolate biscuits on the tray beside the teapot and nibbled one of those. Her blood sugar needed a boost.
How long had she been scening with Tony now? Six months? Eight, perhaps. They met here at the club every couple of weeks or so, and to Thea’s way of thinking each scene was more intense than the last. More satisfying. More fulfilling. As the days passed between their encounters she would long for her Dom’s summons. Eventually he would text her, usually a curt few words and giving her just hours’ notice. Today had been no exception
Tonight. Nine thirty. Corset. High heels.
Her response… Yes, Sir.
She let her mind drift back to the evening she met this tall, dark haired Dom. She had been coming to The Wicked Club alone for a couple of months, watching other members enjoying the facilities, attending demonstrations of wax play or bondage techniques. She enjoyed regular spankings administered by the dungeon staff when she requested it, and those were quite delightful. She was happy, blending in and anonymous in her kink. She certainly wasn’t looking for a regular Dom.
In fairness, Tony was no regular Dom. He was simply—perfect. From the first moment he strolled up to her, flashed that ebony-eyed smile and invited her to join him for a drink she was under his spell. He was attractive, but Thea thought that was true of all Doms. They exuded a certain—something—that drew her in. With Tony it was more. His classic good looks were just part of