Unforgettable You (21 page)

“I’m hanging, but I’m concerned about Morris. Poor little guy.”

“As long as my guys are watching, he’s in no danger. They’d blow their cover before they’d let him be hurt.”

I breathe a big sigh of relief. “Good. I hope you told Clint that.”

“I did. It’s just a matter of time, Mr. Cothran. But I thought you’d be glad to hear it.”

“Absolutely. Thanks so much.” Feeling better than I have in weeks, I don’t even have time to call Clint before he calls me.

“I guess you heard?”

I chuckle. “Yeah. Bitch is toast. It’s just a matter of time, Riley says. By the way, you guys doing okay with this?”

“Yeah. We’re looking at bigger houses. Trish may have to get a part-time job, but we’ll just do what we have to do. Steffen, man, I’m the luckiest guy in the world. She hasn’t even blinked. The universe smiled on me when I found that woman.”

I wish he could see my smile. “I agree. You’re a lucky son of a bitch.”

He laughs loudly. “Hey, watch talking about my mama like that!”

“Oh, shut up, Winstead! But I’m glad it’s all working out.”

There’s silence, and then he asks, “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine. Just fine.”

“I don’t see how you can be fine if . . .”

“I said I’m fine. Let it go.” I’m trying not to sound angry, but I really don’t want to talk about it.

“Okay. It’s let go. Let me know if you hear something before I do, and I’ll do the same for you.”

“You got it. Later.” I hang up and sit there for a minute or two, just thinking. It’s been four months and I still don’t feel anything. Good, bad, nothing. It’s time to play with a sub, I think. Maybe that’ll get me out of my funk.

The first person I see when I step through the doorway into the club is Dominique. I’ve scened with her so many times during the years that I think she’s got a plaque down there that says, “Regular fuckings courtesy of Steffen Cothran.” Her eyes light up when she sees me – well, at least there’s one woman who’s glad I’m around.

“Hey, Master Steffen! You’re looking handsome, as always.” She bats those eyelashes at me and I think about how hot and wet that pussy of hers is. “What’s up?”

I turn on the charm. “Up for scening with me?”

“Sure! Negotiate something?”

“Absolutely.” We sit down and work it all out. She sucks me off, then she’s bound ass-out to the St. Andrew’s and a flogger is applied, after which I give her a manual orgasm. There’s only a moment’s hesitation before I add, “And then I fuck you.”

“You’d better! I’ve been missing that cock of yours!” she grins.

Aw, yeah. Let the games begin.

I dress out, then take to the floor. There’s a performance alcove waiting for us, and we do exactly as we’ve negotiated. Once she’s had that promised orgasm, and I’ve given her a true screamer, I move in behind her and slide into her wet and waiting pussy. And that’s when I feel it.

Sheila’s out there watching. It’s like I can sense her close by, but it doesn’t faze me. I have every right to fuck someone if she does. As my cock hits home in Dominique’s cunt over and over, I ask myself if I still love Sheila. And I do, but I can’t feel it. I don’t know what would happen if she knocked on my door and told me she wanted me back. I’m just not sure anymore.

But I do know one thing for sure. This pussy feels good, and it’s been too long. Dominique is moaning and crying out, and I pour it on. I just want to fuck her until I can’t fuck her anymore, until my cock is sore and her pussy is raw and I can’t even remember my own name. She comes around me, her channel milking me, but I can’t come; I’m just not ready. When I lean into her ear and ask her for the one thing I hadn’t considered doing with anyone else, she nods in eagerness.

So I roll on a new condom, lube up, and fuck her ass. The sounds of her crying out fill the room as I slam into her with everything I have. It’s hard, but I manage to clear my mind and think only of how it feels to grind in and out of her, and ten minutes later I come with a roar, balls-deep in her ass and thrusting away.

Master Steffen is back. It doesn’t really feel good, but it’s better than nothing.

Once I’m completely spent, I withdraw and slap Dominique on the ass. “Very good job, sub. You’re a fine fuck, as always.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she manages to pant.

“You’re welcome. Let’s get you out of these bindings.” I get her arms, legs, and waist loose, then pick her up and head toward a private room. And there, right by the alcove, is Sheila. There’s a look on her face that I can’t define, but I’m pretty sure mine is blank, as blank as the feelings I’m no longer capable of feeling. I just glide past her, Dominique in my arms, and stride out of the room, down the hallway, and into a private room, shoving the door closed with my boot. I drop her onto the bed and cuddle her close to me. It feels good to have a woman in my arms again. She’s soft and warm and compliant, and I kiss her forehead. “You doing okay, little one?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her breathing is soft and she smells damn good. “Thank you, Sir.”

“No, thank you. Your body was as amazing as ever. Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes, Sir. Always with you. I love being used by a skilled Dominant.” She reaches up, puts a hand on either of my cheeks, and kisses me. It’s the first time a woman has kissed me since, well, in months, and she tastes like my cum and peppermint. What a combination, but it is what it is. “Your cock is amazing, Sir,”

“Thank you. You need to rest. Quit talking and rest, okay?”

“Yes, Sir.” She stops, then says, “Sir?”

“Yes?”

“I’m so sorry.”

There’s nothing for me to say. “Don’t be. It’s all okay.” But it’s not. And it never will be.

Once I’ve gotten her settled down and back to the locker room, I head back into the performance area. I get a couple of slaps on the back and “attaboys,” and I look around to see that Sheila’s nowhere in sight. But there’s something more interesting going on.

It’s Adele.

She’s strapped down to the spanking bench, and a wicked grin spreads across my face. I want to see this, but there’s something else I have to do. I jet down the hallway and call Michael Riley. “Hey, Mr. Riley, it’s Steffen Cothran. I just wanted you to know that Adele is here at the club.”

“Just getting started or finishing?”

“Just getting started.”

“Okay. We’ll make our move now. Thanks for keeping me posted. And can you call Mr. Winstead?”

“Oh, it would be my pleasure!” I hang up and call Clint, tell him what’s going on, then end the call and go out to watch the show.

And what a show it is, Adele and three Doms, one of whom is Reggie. I have to remember to thank him. The one under her fucks up into her pussy, Reggie behind her into her ass, and, after they’ve given her two orgasms, the third moves up and shoves his meaty cock down her throat. I love it. For the first time in weeks, I feel something, and it’s total and complete hatred. Watching those cocks tear into her gives me some kind of sick, perverse sense of satisfaction, but I’m unprepared for what happens next.

They finish with her and one of them leaves the scene, then comes back rolling some kind of apparatus, and when they get it up into the performance area, I realize what it is.

It’s a fucking machine. Yeah, I’ve seen them in porn videos, and I’ve even seen one in a store, but I’ve never seen one used before. And I’m thinking this may be the most entertaining thing I’ve ever watched. The crowd around me whispers as they unstrap her from the whipping horse, then carry her to the bondage table and place her on her back. One of them produces something I can’t make out, and I push closer so I can see.

They’re locking pliers. He sets the jaws, clamps them onto her nipples, and starts to tighten them down. We’re treated to the sound of her shrieks as the biting ends of the pliers tighten on her hard nubs. When she settles down, he tightens them another bit to hear her scream again. This process takes place at least five more times, and the pliers are getting tighter and tighter and she’s swearing and crying out. Just when I’m wondering where this is going, I get it as I hear Reggie, the oldest of the three Doms, the one in charge, growl, “Knees and forearms, sub. Immediately.”

When she moves, she screams as the pliers shift, but he uses his crop and slaps her ass several times, and she complies. They’ve placed a wide foam block in front of her, and her forearms rest on that. Once they’re flat, the straps on the block are placed around her forearms to keep her in place; her ankles and calves right below the knees are already secured. It’s painfully clear what they’re doing, no pun intended. When she drops onto her knees and forearms, the pliers are dangling. All that metal has to be fairly heavy, and the stretching of her nipples is exaggerated by it. As she positions herself, they swing, and with every sway, she cries out. And then it’s the moment we’ve all been waiting for.

Up rolls the machine. It’s a Tornado R95, the one I’ve been hearing murmuring about for weeks now. Something new, they say, but I’m not sure how. According to Clint, it’s something Dave had wanted for a long time, and he finally talked the club’s board of directors into buying it. The dildo mounted on the end is extended as far as possible from the machine and then unceremoniously shoved into her cunt as far as it will go. Another little cry breaks from her lips, and then I hold my breath as they hit the switch and start to dial it up.

The damn thing is fucking her so hard and fast that I don’t know how she’s taking it, not to mention those heavy pliers cutting into her nipples and pulling them down at the same time. She’s crying out and screaming, and they just turn the machine up. They’re chuckling as they watch until one of them pulls out one of the large wand vibrators and cranks it up. The minute they touch it to her clit, she starts to scream in earnest. Reggie growls out, “Do you want to safeword?”

Over the cries and screams she yells, “Hell no! Turn it up!”

So they do. I’ve never see anything like this before in my whole life, not even in porn movies. The thing is fucking her so fast that I can barely see it move, and those pliers are swinging painfully. I go looking for Dave and, when I find him, I blurt out, “Do you know what’s going on out there?”

He nods and for the first time ever, I see Dave Adams do something that I don’t think is entirely honorable but, by damn, I agree with him. “Oh, I know full well. And I’ve never let anyone do this before, but it’s fucking Adele. As long as they don’t permanently injure her, I’ll let them stay and torture her for the next twenty-four hours. That bitch deserves whatever she gets. Problem is, I think she’s enjoying it.” With that, he turns and heads back to his office, as furious as I think I’ve ever seen someone without them completely coming unhinged.

Wow. It’s been a long time since I’ve been that shocked. Usually, Dave would go out and tell them enough’s enough, but I don’t think he cares – at all. She’s shrieking, rocking with spasms, and obviously loving every minute of it. Her pussy and ass are so open that you could drive a damn tour bus into them.

And I don’t know how long this is going to go on, but I’m going to enjoy every minute of it. Every. Damn. Minute.

An hour later, the three Doms are sitting by the performance area, and the machine’s still going. She’s gone from screaming and swearing to muttering something that’s unintelligible. Every so often, one of them goes back, turns on the vibrator, and holds it on her clit long enough for her to come, plus another five minutes to drive her crazy, followed by leaving and going back to sit down with a beer. She’s still going after two hours with no sign of slowing, that dildo on that machine pounding into her. That’s not all they’ve got in store for her. The younger of the three Doms goes to her head, whispers something to her, and then stands back to watch her open her mouth. When she does, he rams his cock down her throat and she doesn’t even gag once. And it’s a substantial cock too, not as big as mine, but big enough. This goes on for awhile, and then someone pulls out a video camera.

That’s when something inside me goes dark with the knowledge that, regardless how I feel about her, this is a person, not some piece of meat that can be thrown in the garbage when they’re finished with her. Now I go back to Dave because I can’t help but believe this would be even too far out there for him with the way he feels about her right now, but when I stick my head in his office, he just waves me off. I’m kind of stunned. “Adams, you really need to . . .”

“Need to what?” He stands and gives me a steely look that really catches me completely off guard. I don’t know what to say, and then I feel the vibration as my text notification goes off. It’s Clint, and it’s short and sweet.

Morris is with ss. It’s done.

I go back to the bar, get another beer, settle down into a sofa, and watch every guy in the room but me fuck my soon-to-be ex-wife in some way. I’m now at the point where I’m not really sure how to feel. Between what’s happened with Sheila, what Adele’s put me through, put all of us through, actually, Dave’s unbelievable apathy, and what’s happening in front of me, I feel as though someone has just smashed me in the face with a skillet. Finally, just about the time I think I can’t take any more, Dave strides out of his office.