A Dom and His Not So Submissive Sub (7 page)

             
Freyr led her from the foyer into a smaller room off the right corner. This room she could deal with. It was just like any bar she had been to only there weren’t so many bodies pressed together to get in her way. A long bar took up the back wall, offering a wide variety of drinks. Round tables were scattered around the rest of the room, a few patrons already seated as they waited to do whatever it is that S&M couples did.

             
Freyr sat her at a table furthest in the corner before he left to get drinks. Vanessa wasn’t sure if she wanted to drink alcohol in this place. Alcohol could possibly help her calm down enough to be okay with the evening, but it could also do some major work on her inhibitions. Every once in a while she noticed men and women watching her, or more honestly, they were watching her breasts. She adjusted the crocheted halter she’d thought was such a good idea to wear in the beginning.  Freyr seemed to really like it as well, which was why she put it on, but right now it was drawing other unwanted attention.

             
Freyr returned shortly, setting a mango martini before her. She gave him her full attention, too nervous to look at anyone else.

             
“This place takes a little getting used to,” Freyr said with a smile.

             
“Do you come here often?” she asked. Hopefully he wasn’t prone to always enjoying this sort of stuff. She knew absolutely that she would not be able to do this with him. If he expected her to parade around this place wearing leather and a collar, she would have to not only leave him, she would have to actually skip town and go ahead to move to California to make a new life doing her work. Dimples would not be enough to convince her to change her mind about this type of lifestyle.

             
Freyr shook his head. “I used to visit the one in Sweden with my ex-wife when we needed something more in our marriage. This is my third visit here.”

             
Vanessa could see the slight shadows in his eyes when he spoke of his old life. He must have loved his wife immensely. “Do you miss your home country?”

             
Freyr smiled at her attempt to bring him out of his troubles. “I will always miss home. I have lived there for centuries before being transferred here.” Then his smile brightened. “As it stands right now, if it was a choice between having you and returning in Asgard, I would choose you.”

             
Vanessa laughed. “You are so full of it.”

             
Freyr’s brows furrowed. “Full of what?”

             
Vanessa stopped laughing. One look at his face said he was very serious. She sat back in her seat. He was serious? He actually liked her that much? Wow, she never would have thought someone like him would be that interested in her.

             
Well now that put her in an awkward position because that meant she would have to date him if she wanted to keep spending so much time with him, because she knew that he would expect no less of her. She honestly had no idea if she had it in her to be so serious with him, not when he’d just proven how different the two of them were. But…she didn’t think that she could not be around him either. He made her have fun and step out of her comfort zone so easily. Life without him would probably be very boring and that she couldn’t accept at the moment.

Freyr reached across the table to hold her hand. He wanted her to understand how he felt for her. It was a short time, but she made him feel as if everything would be okay as long as she was with him.
She was his personal goddess, beautiful, kind, funny, and so very sexy. He wanted to be with her forever. He brought her hand to his lips. They trailed from the sensitive skin of her inner wrist and across her palm before he kissed each of her fingers.

             
“Tell me what you want to see?” he asked her. He was excited now. His blood pumped through his veins. If they were at his home or even hers, they’d both be naked and fucking.

             
“What is there to see?” she asked him.

             
Freyr pulled her from her seat. Each of the levels of the house featured a different theme. Freyr started her at the very top, where most of the acts would not offend Vanessa were kept. In the first room they entered, a submissive blonde woman was tied to the bed.  Her Dom stood over her, trailing a feather over her body. The sub squirmed against the binds holding her. Freyr kept Vanessa pressed close to his body as a way to judge her moods. He just needed to know how willing she would be to explore with him. Would she like the sensual acts more, like what they witnessed, or would she be comfortable showing vulnerability to him? He knew she refused to feel pain, which he happened to agree upon. He couldn’t possibly mark her beautiful dark skin.

             
Freyr trailed kisses down her neck, his hands kneading her breasts. He pulled gently at her nipples searching for her level of tolerance. She’d relayed to him more recently that she hadn’t thought her breasts were very sensitive until she’d met him. As he continued to caress and pinch at the hardened nubs, increasing pressure slowly each time, he wondered about the type of men that she had been with previously. He glanced down at her upward tilted face, eyes closed in pleasure. It was their loss that they were unable to bring her to orgasm through many different means.  There was so much more that he wanted to show her, so much more pleasure to be had.  And he was going to show her all of it.

             
His hand began slipping downward, seeking the heat of her pussy that he could just now begin to scent. He no longer cared about the couple occupying the room. He wanted so badly to bend her over and fuck her hard, ride her until she couldn’t walk out of this place. Then he would carry her over to the nearest available surface, horizontal not required, and he would ride her some more. He felt it time to take her from behind so that he would watch her ass spread for him as she took him into her body.

             
“Freyr,” she whimpered slightly. “Let’s not do this right here.”

             
Her words brought him back to their surroundings, and the couple now watching them. Freyr removed his hands from her hotspots, choosing instead to try placing them on her shoulders. He knew where he would take her next. It would provide him the ability to do more testing of her tolerance, but more than that, it would allow him the privacy needed to love his woman just as he needed.

             
They headed down the stairs at a rapid pace. In the basement of the dungeon there was an amphitheater. Balcony style seating sat above the stage. Lighting came from wall sconces, casting ominous dark shadows. Center stage there was a platform where along the wall various tools hung on hooks. Freyr felt glad the next show would begin shortly. He felt amped, nearly berserk in his desire for woman beside him.

             
He sat in the darkest corner he could find in the crowded seating area with Vanessa on his lap. Her bottom slid across his erection, shooting pleasure through his center. He pulled her back to rest completely against him, her weight now a comfort to him.  He didn’t really care much about the performance. He brought her to this popular room with the intention of giving her a chance to watch one of the masters of BDSM at work.

             
He wanted to be able to enjoy this with her, to eventually bring this into play in their own private bedroom. He desperately wanted her to see the world that he loved, the world where a woman was able to give herself to a man completely. He knew that she worried about losing herself and the independence that she had been living, but he needed her to understand that he had always belonged to her from the very moment of their meeting. Her giving herself to him would simply be the natural order of things. He knew that she could do it. There was more than enough passion inside of her, to be able to accommodate his sexual needs while exploring her own.

Vanessa sat trying not to shift. Freyr had an erection squeezing between her buttocks and it made her feel more than a little hot and bothered.
She really didn’t want a repeat of upstairs when she almost spread herself wide for him in front of an audience. She’d never before behaved that way, and worried what being with someone like Freyr would have her doing. She couldn’t very well say that it was against her will considering she probably would let him screw her any time, any place without much effort on his part. As Freyr continued grinding her along his cock, she tried leaning further back against him, to keep some of the pressure away from her hips.

             
A door opened off to the side of the stage. A man of medium height entered the room wearing a full black mask and matching leather trousers that set off his bronzed skin beautifully.  Behind him, pulled by a chain crawled a naked red headed woman, slender and pale with a pink flush to her skin. The red probably wasn’t her natural color, but Vanessa couldn’t have been sure of it, nor could she really bring herself to care over much about it. She instead wondered more about what the couple would be doing and why Freyr chose this particular room for them to visit. Freyr settled his hands on Vanessa’s thighs. Vanessa glanced over her shoulder at him. He smiled innocently, but she did not believe for a single moment that his intentions were good for the moment. Knowing him, it wouldn’t last too long.

             
She turned back to find the submissive eagerly sucking her Dom’s cock, pink lips stretched over the meat in her mouth. The Dom leaned his backside against the edge of the table, hands behind his head to give everyone a view of his sub’s motions. In the audience, moaning could be heard. Vanessa made the mistake of glancing at the couple beside her.  They were going at it, the sub following the couple on stage’s movements while her man moved her hips over his very free, very visible erection.

             
Vanessa closed her eyes embarrassed. She leaned back against Freyr’s chest. “You okay?” Freyr whispered in her ear.

             
She nodded, not wanting to worry him. “I’m not used to all this.”

             
He brushed the hair off her shoulders to lay a gentle kiss on her skin. Vanessa relaxed slightly. This was Freyr, a Norse god who wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. She had nothing to worry about, she kept reminding herself. She felt his hands lifting the hem of her skirt higher. She took in a shaky breath as she tried to decide if this was really what she wanted to do. She heard the crack of something that sounded very similar to a whip striking against something. The woman on the stage screamed.

             
Vanessa opened her eyes. The Dom had drawn his arms back, the base of the whip firmly in his hand. He lowered his arm, the whip singing through the air. Vanessa jumped at the red welt that appeared on the pale skin of the girl’s back. Unlike the rest of the audience, Vanessa was repulsed. That just looked painful. But the sub writhed under each strike of the whip. Vanessa saw the gleaming trail of liquid coating the girl’s thighs in the soft lighting. The Dom dropped the whip.  He picked up an unlit candle and walked to the sconce to light it from the torch. The air of anticipation thickened in the audience as they watched the Dom’s movement.

             
“People actually like this?” Vanessa whispered in Freyr’s ear.

             
He nodded briefly, pointing out a few video cameras taping the performance. “Some find that the line between pleasure and pain and pleasure is very thin. There are those who cannot come unless they have been put through pain.”

             
His hand slid through the side of her halter, fingers unerringly finding her nipple. He pinched it, forcing a surprised hiss from her lips. Her thighs spread just a little, enough for his free hand to cup her there.

             
“Do you wish to leave?” he asked. She really should have him take her out of here, but with his hands on her, she found herself unable to think clearly. She shook her head, finding she wanted to find out what would happen next. If the skinny girl could handle going through this, then Vanessa was determined to be strong enough to watch it.

Freyr caressed the outer lips of her sex through the fabric of her panties. Vanessa took a deep breath. He could feel the moisture that had been soaking them, making the fabric easier to move against her.
From over her shoulder he watched the Dom on stage hold the candle over his sub, dripping hot wax on her skin. The crowd cheered with every drop.

             
Freyr slid his fingers beneath the waistband, touching hot moist flesh. One finger slid inside her, gathering her liquid. He took that finger, bringing it to his favorite little playground, teasing it from its hiding place.  He traced circles, barely touching, yet paying attention to the subtle clues of her twitching body. Vanessa leaned further back into him, her eyes closed tightly. Two fingers slid inside her hot depths. Her eyes shot open, unseeing of anything. “The whole point of this experience is to find what brings you pleasure,” Freyr said roughly in her ear.

             
The hard flesh of his cock was freed from his jeans. His fingers grabbed hold of her hips, lifting her slightly over him. Before Vanessa could open her mouth to say something he was sliding inside her. “Watch the slave take her pleasure,” he said.