Vegas (3 page)

There was silence over the line as he waited… patiently… always patiently, sometimes maddeningly so.

“Yes, Sir?”

“Don’t forget the red dress.”

Abby’s stomach knotted. She swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir.”

“I’ll be home on time.”

She replaced the receiver and took ten deep breaths, in through the nose and out through the mouth, just the way he’d taught her to do when she was on the verge of being overwhelmed. She didn’t need him to tell her that she was in for another intense training weekend. The first one had nearly ended their relationship just as it was getting started, but they were both comfortable and more familiar with each other now. Mark would push her, always, but not too far.

Abby arrived home on time as well. She laid her purse on the hallway table and made her way into the bedroom where she slipped out of her business suit. Naked, she headed to the bathroom door down the hall. Before she’d met Mark, Abby would never have wandered nude outside the bathroom of her own apartment, even when she was alone. She’d never been all that comfortable with nudity, which was one the first things Mark observed about her and set about changing.

When Abby had her play collar on she was nude at all times, unless Mark had some special lingerie picked out for her. The fact that he usually kept his own clothes on until they were ready for sex constantly reinforced their respective roles. It had taken a while for her to get comfortable with it as she’d always been curvier than she would have liked, however, Mark’s constant interest in her went a long way to dispel most of the doubt that had overshadowed her. She had no problem disrobing at his request, but this compliance had never been tested outside their home. Which was not to say that Abby and Mark never played away from home. They did, often. She’d lost count of the number of blow jobs she’d given him in darkened store parking lots or the times he’d fingered her to orgasm while they were at the movies, but none of that had involved actual nudity. Abby wasn’t certain what this weekend would bring, but she knew Mark was growing tired of Abby’s poor body image and lack of self-esteem.

She fought back the urge to speculate and instead simply focused on getting ready for their weekend. She let the water heat up in the shower as she laid out her bathroom essentials. In addition to Mark’s rules concerning her behavior, Abby also had a grooming regiment. Any time she was home she needed to be ready for play, even though they didn’t have sessions every night. Abby needed to keep her pussy smooth, along with her legs. She had a standing wax appointment, but occasionally Mark shaved her himself. He told her it deepened their bond and Abby could see that it did. It took a lot of faith to expose your most sensitive areas to someone with a sharp object. At first she’d been overwhelmed at having him do that to her, but now she preferred it.

Mark took his time, gingerly stretching and manipulating her folds. His hard thumb protecting her clit always drove her crazy. Looking back, Abby nearly laughed at how unimportant being shaved by a man was, compared to the other things he could, and would, do to her. She laid out her self-enema kit and decided that, yes, there were other, more difficult things to overcome. As part of his ownership of her, he demanded use of all her holes at a moment’s notice. Abby soon realized it was just part of Mark’s psychological makeup. No part of her was denied to him and therefore he possessed her completely.

She cleaned herself thoroughly, outside as well as in, and stepped out of the shower to towel off. Before slipping on a clean pair of lace panties, she thoroughly washed and lubed her stainless steel plug in the sink and re-inserted it. She’d grown accustomed to wearing it several times a week and now had no trouble with it. It was not the largest of the set that Mark had bought solely for her, but Abby had no fear that he would ever use that one on her. Mark liked her tight and responsive, the plug she wore almost daily was purely for her benefit so that penetration wouldn’t hurt her.

She had just stepped into her panties and was pulling them up over her hips when the bathroom door opened. Mark stepped in and assessed her shrewdly. Without a word he crossed the room and drew her to him. Her back was to him and her damp hair pressed against his shirt. He took hold of her hip with one hand and dipped his other hand into her panties. Abby leaned against him and closed her eyes. His fingers swept over her tingling skin and her heartbeat quickened, but only from arousal. Mark knew she was a good girl. She always kept herself bare. He would find nothing displeasing down there. She had a feeling he knew, too. He just liked touching her. He slid his hand around the back and felt for the plug. Abby gasped as he tugged on it.

“Good girl,” he said quietly as he nuzzled her ear.

He took hold of both her breasts and squeezed gently, his fingers plucking her nipples into hard points. “I want these pierced, Abby.”

He used her name deliberately. It wasn’t an order. It was just a statement of what he desired. Her body was ultimately her own, he’d told her. Any permanent modifications were up to her.

It wasn’t the first time they’d discussed it. She’d been researching it for a few weeks and rolling the idea around in her mind. Now that she’d had a few weeks to mull it over, she was comfortable with the idea. “Okay.”

Mark paused. “Yeah?”

She nodded and met his eyes in the mirror. “But not the clit,” she said. “It’s too risky.” Abby was willing to take a chance with her nipples. She thought the jewelry options were beautiful and strangely erotic, but there was a risk of losing sensation and she refused to take the chance that she might lose her ability to orgasm as exquisitely as she could and often did with Mark.

He smiled at her. “Fair enough. Thank you.”

He released her after a hug and stripped down out of his work clothes. Abby leaned against the counter to watch. Mark was gorgeous with sandy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. His body was chiseled and hard, the US Special Forces tattoo on his forearm standing out against his bronzed skin. Abby sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and chewed on it as he lowered his briefs. She caught sight of the curve of his ass and let out a sigh.

He smirked at her over his shoulder. “Down girl,” he ordered and she laughed. “You’ll get an eyeful soon enough,” he told her. “Now go pack while I shower.”

“Where are we going?”

He lifted an eyebrow at her.

Abby raised her hands in a warding off gesture. “I’m not asking what we’re doing,” she clarified. “I’m just asking where we’re doing it. For strategic packing purposes.”

“We’re driving to Sioux Falls and spending the night at the Blakemore.”

“Ooh, swanky.”

Mark shrugged and opened the shower door. “Yeah, but we won’t be in the hotel much,” he said cryptically.

Abby tamped down on her desire to ask why. She didn’t want to spend the whole four hour drive to Sioux Falls sitting on a red ass. She left the bathroom and headed toward the bedroom wondering what there was to do in Sioux Falls, anyway.

Chapter 4

They checked into the hotel and headed up to their room. Abby grinned at the large Jacuzzi that took up most of their bathroom. She looked at Mark, but he shook his head. She pouted. “I didn’t pick the hotel for the Jacuzzi, pet,” he informed her. “We might get in it later, but we have more interesting things to do tonight.” She watched as he unzipped their garment bag and he took out the red dress. She tried to hide her scowl. The dress was tight. It clung to her hips and Abby thought it made her ass look too big. It didn’t help that her cleavage was on display, either. If she bent over in it, something would pop out, most likely on both ends. Mark loved the dress though and she knew there was no getting out of wearing it.

As she took it from him and laid it across the bed, she wondered for perhaps the tenth time where they were going. Before they had met, Mark had often visited a fetish club here in South Dakota’s largest city. Abby was equally curious and terrified at the imagined goings on at a place like that. Mark had assured her early on in their relationship that the club wasn’t really a place for a sub like Abby. She was likely to be too distracted, too nervous, and it would be a disaster for both of them. She wouldn’t be able to concentrate on his instructions in a place like that and he’d be obligated to punish her. Abby had been secretly glad he had no plans to take her there, though where they were going tonight was anyone’s guess.

She fastened the straps to her black high heels and looked at herself in the mirror. She tugged at her hair, strategically placing it over bare cleavage. Mark came up behind her and swept it all back over her shoulders, giving her a pointed look. She opened her mouth to argue, but closed it again after looking at his expression. This was a training weekend and he expected her to obey, even without the collar. He took her hand and led her out of the relative safety of the hotel room and out into a darkened city she’d never visited before. Once in the Hummer, he drove them through downtown, past the small financial district and into an area with alternating late night bars that were open and industrial buildings that were closed. He parked in a parking lot that was filled with other cars, but Abby could find no sign on the door of the building.

Mark opened her door for her, took her by the hand, and led her away from the street and toward the darkened building. Her heels clicked sharply on the blacktop as she kept pace with him.

“What is this place?” she asked him, glancing around nervously. They were more than half a block from the busier commercial street with outdoor patios filled with people drinking microbrews.

Mark didn’t answer her as they approached a very large man, larger than Mark himself, wearing jeans and a black button down shirt. Clearly he was a bouncer, though to what kind of club Abby couldn’t tell. There were only two doors behind him, both of them were solid steel, and there were no windows all along the length of place.

Mark pulled out his wallet and paid the man. Abby waited to see if there would be a secret handshake as well. The man’s gaze turned from Mark to herself and she felt herself shrink just a bit as he looked her over. Her cheeks pinkened and stung. She glanced at Mark to see what he had to say about this man so obviously leering at her. Surely Mark would step in and punch him in the throat or something, but Mark remained silent as Abby was inspected like meat on a rack. She shivered as though she were really in an industrial refrigerator.

“Watching or playing?” the man finally asked as he grinned at her. Abby started at his question, not understanding what he was asking. She glanced again to Mark.

“Watching,” Mark informed him.

The man frowned deeply. Apparently this was the wrong answer. Apparently there was a password, not a secret handshake, and Mark had obviously gotten it wrong. After a moment the man stepped aside, swiping a card into a reader to the left of the door before jerking it open.

“That’s a damn shame,” he said as Mark ushered Abby inside. “Just a damn shame. I get off in twenty. Woulda been nice to get off in
her.
”

Abby’s eyes darted back to him, shocked. She gasped, but Mark continued to push her inside. When the door closed behind them firmly, she turned back to face the direction she was being led. Along the right hand side was a series of doors. These weren’t steel; they were solid wood with no peepholes or windows. Above each one was a single light fixture. The lights above some doors were lit while others were dark. Mark stopped at an unlit door and turned the knob. With one hand on her back, he guided her inside and closed it behind them. Abby trembled a bit as her eyes adjusted to the darkened room. There were two large upholstered chairs facing a large window. As she stepped closer she realized it wasn’t a window, but one-way glass. She stopped short as she stared at the scene in front of her. Beyond the tinted glass was a large room. It was carpeted, with heavy drapes cordoning off small private areas on either side. A bar was tucked into the corner, gleaming lights reflected off the glass liquor shelves providing quite a bit of light compared to the rest of the mood-lit room.

Several couples were occupying every seat, couch, and otherwise flat surface made available to them. Some were fully dressed and seated at tables, laughing and flirting with small groups of people. Others had apparently moved on from social interaction and were now in various stages of sexual play. A small brunette in a short skirt sat on an older man’s lap. Her legs were spread and Abby could see that she’d forgone underwear for the occasion. She had the man’s trousers unzipped and was sensuously giving him a handjob while he dipped his hands down the front of her dress.

On a nearby couch, another man was fingering a similarly disrobed woman. She was slightly older than Abby while the man was about the same age. One of her legs was slung over his to give him better access. Her silver high heels sparkled even in the dimmed light, but it was not so dark that it wasn’t easy to see what others were doing. Even though Abby herself had never been to a place like this, she assumed being able to see and be seen was part of the point.

She pressed her lips together as she moved in between the two chairs and got closer to the glass. “Have…” she began, clearing her throat nervously. “Have you been here before?”

“No,” Mark said from behind her. “I’ve heard about it, but I never had a lot of interest. Or anyone worth bringing.” His large hand slid across her hip and down over her ass.

“I can’t believe people do this,” she whispered.

Mark pressed his lips to her bare shoulder. “Yes, you can.”

As Abby watched the various combinations of couples pleasuring each other, it seemed to her that not only did people do this, but also they clearly really enjoyed it. The showpiece was a very large, round ottoman that sat directly in the center of the room. It was dove grey with several square black pillows tossed onto it. Only a few people were using the pillows. In the middle was a blonde, young and lithe, with shoulder length hair. If Abby had to guess, she’d say they were the same age, which baffled Abby because, despite all the things she and Mark had done together since they’d met, she couldn’t imagine having the courage to perform the way this woman was doing. And performance seemed to be exactly the right word. The blonde appeared to know very well that she was the center of attention and was enjoying every minute of it. A dark haired, well-toned man was between her legs, licking her slit intently and Abby wondered how the woman could concentrate on the blow job she was giving to a second man who was kneeling beside her.