Jessica's Breakdown [Journey of a Thousand Miles 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (5 page)

“I want you to call me. I want you to meet me at Iron Gate, and I want to play with you. I want to use a paddle on your ass. I want to make you cry. I want to make you come. I want you to serve me. If this is what you want, you need to only say two words, Yes, Ma’am. Nothing more. Is this what you want?” She watched him closely, watched every swallow, every blink, she even saw a drop of sweat trickle down his collar.

“Yes, ma’am.” He was panting. His pupils dilated and she knew that her words had excited him.

She was very good at reading people and knowing what words would affect them. She looked down once more, his cock seemed harder, and she smiled, arching a brow. She wished that they weren’t on an airplane, but then wondered once again if she should just take him in the bathroom and give him a small taste of what was to come. Before she could say anything though, the loud speaker came on.

“
Attention ladies and gentlemen. We will be starting our descent. Please make sure your tray table and chairs are up straight and locked into position.
”
Jessica straightened herself and made sure her seat belt was pulled tight against her hips. She didn’t say another word to Mason, keeping the power she had just established. She knew that she would be hearing from him sooner rather than later.

The plane started its descent and Jessica stared out the window feeling a bit more empowered. It didn’t feel like it had in the past, though. Usually when she met a man, she had a plan that would form in her mind of what she wanted to do to him. For some reason, she wasn’t overly excited about hearing from Mason.

Within minutes, the plane jerked and all thoughts of playing with Mason left her mind. She held onto the arm rests and held her breath as the plane slowed down rapidly. Jessica reached up and turned on the fan. The air blew out cooling her moist face. She felt sick to her stomach all of the sudden and tried to take deep, cleansing breaths to calm down. She felt nauseous and a little dizzy but didn’t say anything. Instead, she stared out the window, not wanting to bring any attention to herself.

The plane shifted once more and she could feel the landing equipment lowering. They moved closer to the ground and she stiffened, preparing her body for the impact.

Closing her eyes, Jessica took slow, deep breaths. When the plane touched down, her muscles tightened and she cringed. The brakes slowed the plane quickly and she relaxed a little, glad that they had finally touched down in Dallas. Stretching her muscles, she sat up a little straighter, ready for this adventure.

“
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Dallas International Airport. At this time you may turn on all electronic devices, including cell phones…”
The voice on the loud speaker continued to talk and Jessica reached in her pocket for her phone. Turning it on, she waited for the time to pop up on the screen. She knew that she needed to send a quick text to her friends and figured it was best to do it while she was on the plane instead of waiting. She didn’t want to forget.

Once the phone was on, Jessica sent a quick text to Bella, Alyssa, and Hannah.
Just arrived in Dallas. Going to get my bags and head to the hotel. Talk soon.
Clicking the
send
button she stored her phone back in her pocket. The plane taxied to the gate and stopped. Before the seat belt light could even ding, people were unbuckling and jumping out of their seats.

Mason stood up, opened the overhead compartment and removed her bag, setting it in the aisle. He threw a back pack on over his shoulders and stepped back, waiting for her.

Standing up, Jessica walked to the aisle, grabbed her bag and waited for the line to move forward. It took a few minutes, but finally people started to walk, and she followed them until she was inside the terminal. Since she didn’t have any baggage to pick up at the carousel, she followed the signs, looking for the exit and a cab.

When she was finally outside, the warm Dallas air surrounded her like a blanket, and Jessica leaned her face up toward the sky, stretching her back. Looking around, she spotted a line of cabs and went directly to the one in the front of the line. An older gentleman smiled, stepped out of the car, and put her suitcase in the backseat beside her.

“Where to, miss?” the driver asked as he pulled the cab away from the terminal and headed toward the exit.

“One eighteen Gateway Drive, downtown.” Jessica leaned back and watched the scenery pass the window. The city of Dallas had always had such a strong pull.

“I’ve only been there a few times, seems like a really nice place. Gated community. Do you have family there?” The driver asked, flashing his eyes up to the rearview mirror and Jessica gave him a nod and a smile before looking outside once more.

She loved downtown Dallas, it reminded her of being back home in San Diego except that Dallas seemed more inviting, more like a second home to her now that she moved to Coltmann County. Staring at the large buildings, she had to squint to prevent the sun from blinding her. It didn’t take long to reach her destination. The cab pulled up to the large, black iron gate, and Jessica opened her door, stepping out from the cab.

The driver walked around and grabbed her bag. She handed him the money and he drove away. Once he was gone, she grabbed her bag and walked to the small computer screen. She pushed the
call
button and waited.

“Name and pass code please?” the voice said, and Jessica smiled. It was always the same. They answered every call, and if your name wasn’t on the list, they ignored you. Reservations here at the Iron Gate were a must.

“Jessica Beckett, 118311.” There was a ringing and then the large gate began to open.

“Welcome back, Jessica. Someone will be down in a moment to pick you up. I hope you have a nice stay,” the voice said before going silent.

Jessica pulled her bag behind her and walked inside the gate. After a moment, the gate closed and she waited for her ride to the hotel. A small golf cart drove toward her and she smiled, waiting for the driver to pull in front of her. The Iron Gate hotel and club sat on a large property, hidden from view. It looked like a gated community for the rich and famous, but really it was a private club where those people who lived in the lifestyle could be themselves.

“Good evening, how are you today?” The driver climbed out of the golf cart and wheeled her bag to the back, tying it on the rear of the cart.

“I’m good, thank you. How are you?” Climbing into the small passenger seat, she held on as he hit the gas, driving them through the property.

There was a huge hotel with about one hundred rooms and an even larger, multi-story building with different themed rooms. They had everything here. It was a dream for the kinky and a playground for anyone who was a member. There weren’t really any “rules” except safe, sane, and consensual.

Throughout the property, there were various large art pieces, all sexual in nature, from naked men and women to those statues together in various positions, proving that the owners had a very dirty sense of humor. It was all so sexy and Jessica bit her lip, feeling her pulse jump. When they reached the front of the hotel, the place was extravagant, clean, and well taken care of.

Hopping off the cart, Jessica went to the back and took her bag from the driver. Walking inside the hotel, she looked around at all the wonderful photography on the walls. She went directly to the front desk and waited her turn. There was always a line, people checking in and out. She moved forward following the beautiful deep purple carpet all the way to the desk.

“Good evening, how may I serve you?” the young man asked. He was cute, maybe early twenties, and Jessica wanted to laugh but stopped herself. It almost sounded like an offer for more than just checking her into her hotel room.

“I have a reservation under the name Beckett, Jessica.” She pulled out her driver’s license and sat it on the large marble counter, pushing it toward him.

He took a quick look and then started to type. Grabbing her license, she shoved it into her purse and waited, leaning into the counter. It felt cold against her skin and she relaxed, looking around at all the people. Looking to the right, she squinted, thinking her eyes were playing tricks on her.
Is that Beau?
Jessica bit her lip, rubbed her eyes and looked again, this time she saw a man that looked similar to Beau.

“Ma’am,” the young man said, and Jessica turned back toward him, smiling brightly.

“Yes.”

“You’re in room 318. Just take the elevators up to the third floor. Your room is on the left side.” He slid the key across the counter and Jessica grabbed it, gripping it tightly in her hand.

“Thank you.” Heading toward the elevator, Jessica did a quick visual sweep of everyone in the lobby. The elevator dinged and Jessica walked on, pressing number three. As the doors closed, she shook her head.
No, it wasn’t Beau. He’s in Coltmann County with Chase. They don’t know I’m here.

When the doors opened once more, Jessica walked out and toward her room. She was hungry and tired. Slipping the key card into the slot, she waited for the green light before opening her door and stepping inside. The blast of cold air made her shiver and she went to the air conditioner and turned it down. The room smelled like fresh cotton with a hint of jasmine. She inhaled deeply, kicked off her shoes and threw her bag on the bed.

Unzipping her bag, she threw it open and started pulling out her clothes. She liked unpacking. Going to the closet, she hung up a few of her outfits and then put the rest in the chest of drawers. Next she removed her shoes from their protective bags and laid them gently on top of the dresser. Her shoes were always perfect and she took care of them because they were her prized possessions, five and a half inch black pumps by Christian Louboutin.

Smiling, Jessica grabbed all her cosmetics and went into the bathroom. The place was decadent and huge. White marble on the floor, and the counter tops were black and white granite. The tub could fit a nice-size orgy and the shower was wide open with multiple shower heads. She groaned, wanting to shower and relax. Placing all her stuff on the counter, Jessica looked around at the little bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and soap. Included was an emergency box, and she opened it, staring at the contents.

She pulled out a variety of items. A few of them caught her eye and made her laugh. What guest would need black duct tape, a blindfold, six condoms, a pair of tweezers, and three small tubes of flavored lube? Putting the items back, Jessica shut the light off and went back into the room. She couldn’t wait to find someone at the club who would give her an excuse to use her emergency kit.

Grabbing her purse, Jessica headed to the restaurant for some dinner. She shut the door behind her and went to the elevator. One thing that she loved about this hotel was that it was attached to the Iron Gate club, meaning that all of the people were members. The BDSM lifestyle was clearly on display for everyone to see. People were wearing leather, lace, or nothing at all. Some were wearing only collars and crawling on all fours behind their masters or mistresses.

When she reached the dining room, there were already lots of couples and a few singles enjoying their meals. She looked around for a table and found one in the corner, facing the room. Most of her friends might feel a little uncomfortable in a place like this, but she felt right at home.

She recognized a few familiar faces and nodded, smiling. A Domme that she had seen a few months back walked toward her table, holding a leash, her slave crawling on the stone floor behind her. She watched them approach and wondered if that’s what she wanted. Did she really want a slave? Was she looking for something long term or did she only want occasional play partner?

“Good evening, Jessica. How are you?”

“I’m good, Teresa. Please sit and join me. How goes the training?” Jessica nodded toward Brian, but didn’t really acknowledge him.

Teresa pulled out her chair and sat down, crossing her long, tan legs. She was a beautiful woman in her late thirties. Jessica watched as she pulled the leash tight, forcing Brian to sit down beside her chair. Patting his head, she focused back onto Jessica.

“I’m doing well. Brian has been a good boy.” She smiled brightly and Jessica looked over, watching Brian’s eyes light up at the compliment she paid him.

“I’m glad to hear that. How long will you be in town?”

“We’re staying for a couple more days. I heard you’re teaching a class tomorrow.”

“Yes, I am. It’s mixture between BDSM 101, proper spanking techniques, and some other things. I don’t really have a script. I’m just gonna wing it.” Jessica laughed. She had been doing these seminars for years and she changed things up depending on the audience.

“Do you have a sub to play with onstage? If not, I would like to volunteer Brian for the morning.” Usually during her seminars, Jessica used someone else’s sub or slave and sometimes she found a volunteer in the audience who was eager to help demonstrate a few techniques.

Looking over at Brian, Jessica noticed that he was biting his lip. She wasn’t sure if he really wanted to be on stage, and the last thing she wanted to do was have an unwilling participant, although she knew that he would do whatever Teresa said.

Turning her attention back to the conversation, Jessica said, “Master Mark and Sean are providing me with someone already. Thank you, though, for the kind offer.” She needed to make sure she spoke with both Mark and Sean before her seminar to get a sub to borrow. She didn’t want to cause any issues with Teresa and Brian.