“No. No touching yourself until you beg for mercy.”
He released his cock, breathing hard as he struggled to contain his excitement. Aggie paddled him relentlessly now. Not as hard as before, but without pause. Hitting him so the vibration would travel through that butt plug he enjoyed. Whimpering, crying, writhing on the floor, Loser found some glorious place where pain became pleasure. After several minutes, he sputtered, “Mercy, Mistress V. Mercy.”
Though she was obviously worked up by her ministrations, her arm halted in mid-swing. She relaxed her stance. “You may proceed.”
Loser grabbed his cock and started jacking-off excitedly.
“If you get that on my floor, I’m going to make you lick it up,” she warned him.
When he sputtered with release a few seconds later, she was a woman of her word. She unzipped the mouth of his hood and forced him to lick his own cum off the floor—except she wasn’t actually forcing him. He was doing it quite willingly, eager to please his mistress. Once he’d cleaned the floor to her satisfaction, she allowed him to kiss her boots. Jace couldn’t believe making out with some chick’s boots could excite a man so much, but Loser was undoubtedly enjoying his privilege. He sucked them with his open mouth, his tongue rolling over their shiny black surfaces. He made delighted sounds in the back of his throat the entire time.
“Go clean up now,” Aggie said. “And take your butt plug with you.”
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you for your mercy.”
Loser crawled into the second room.
“Don’t come out of there until I tell you to.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Aggie leaned over Jace and pulled the cloth from his face.
“Do you get it now?” she asked.
Jace had gotten it from the beginning, but he wasn’t like most masochists. He didn’t need the little show to accept his punishment. He knew he deserved it whether she thought he did or not.
He rolled onto his back, his hard cock pointing at the ceiling.
She sucked a breath through her teeth when she saw the evidence of his excitement. “Damn it, Jace. Why are you hard again? Did you like watching me make a grown man cry?”
He nodded vigorously. She knelt over him and slid the crotch of her panties to one side. Before he could even comprehend what she was about to do, her hot pussy sank down and his throbbing cock was buried inside her. “Why do I want you so much? Tell me why. I don’t get it. I just don’t get it.”
Aggie rode him until she came, her body going rigid as she let go. She kissed his eyelids and pulled the cloth over his face again. She regained her footing and left him there, unfulfilled, bound, gagged, and flustered, with his cock hard and his balls full and heavy. She showed Loser to the door, accepting his tribute, and showed another man into the sanctum. If she thought Jace was just going to lie there on the floor all night and watch her beat other men until they begged for her mercy, she had another thing coming. At least that’s what he was thinking before he watched the second guy beg for mercy after two lashes of Aggie’s bullwhip to the back. God, the look on her face when they submitted to her was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. She was all powerful—in total control.
A goddess. A demon. An angel.
Her submissives never saw that look. They were too busy staring at the floor or had their eyes squeezed shut tightly, but Jace saw it. When the second guy left, Aggie straddled Jace’s hips again and fucked him until her next client arrived.
“As punishment for making me crazy, I’m going to keep you around to entertain me between sessions for the rest of the night,” she said.
Was this another lesson? Fuckin’ A—she was the best teacher he’d ever had.
Aggie leaned over him and whispered into his ear. “I usually have to get myself off in the back room if I get too worked up, but this is a lot more fun.”
For her, maybe. His cock protested as she moved away again. Okay, he had to admit it. He was thoroughly enjoying this for some twisted reason. Not watching the guys being submissive to his sweet demon in leather, but watching her get off on it.
Too bad he’d never be able to give her the pleasure of his submission.
Chapter 11
Aggie almost fell off the stage when she recognized Jace sitting at a nearby table in a baseball cap and sunglasses. He should have known better than to come here. The club’s bouncers had long memories and short tempers.
She hopped off the stage and slid onto his lap. “What are you doing here?” she asked, doing her typical lap dance routine to keep the bouncers from getting suspicious.
“We’re leaving early in the morning,” Jace said. “Going back to LA. I wanted to say good-bye.”
She turned around, rubbing her ass against his crotch. “Will I get to see you again?”
“I’m sure I’ll turn up every now and then. Do you do this kind of thing a lot?”
“What kind of thing?”
“This lap dance stuff.”
“It’s part of my job, sugar.”
“Yeah, well…”
“You jealous?” she teased, turning to face him again. She didn’t know how he could possibly be jealous of anything she did after he’d survived watching her punish clients for over two hours and then still managed to fuck her properly after they’d all gone home. She’d never seen a man come so hard as he’d come last night.
He ducked his head. “Nah.”
“I’ll be finished in a few minutes. Meet me in the alley, and I’ll give you a proper good-bye.”
“This isn’t so bad as far as good-byes go.” He chanced a glance at her, grinning crookedly.
She leaned forward to give him a good view of her breasts and traced the edge of his ear with her fingertips. “If this is enough of a good-bye for you, then—”
“I’ll meet you in the alley.”
She grinned at him and returned to the stage, cracking her whip at some pasty-faced businessman who was drooling all over himself and fluttering a twenty-dollar bill in her direction. The guy shuddered with a mixture of fear and excitement as the whip stirred his hair, but didn’t touch his skin. She should give him her card. Invite him to her sanctum of pain. Talk him into thinking he could take thirty minutes and break him in two. Easy money. She didn’t offer her services to him though. She wasn’t sure why she hesitated.
She glanced at Jace as she accepted the businessman’s cash between her breasts, but Jace had already left. When her set ended, she hurried to the dressing room and slid a skirt on over her costume. It didn’t tone down her leather bustier and thigh-high boots much, but at least her ass was covered.
“Mel, I’m going on a break for about twenty minutes,” she called to one of the blonde twins who’d just come off stage. “Cover for me, ’kay?”
“No problem, Aggie.”
Aggie hurried out the back door to find Jace leaning against his motorcycle with his arms crossed over his chest. She lifted his visor when she stopped before him.
“I’m glad you came to say good-bye,” she whispered.
“Do you want to go for a ride?”
She glanced back at the building, fidgeting. She shouldn’t take more than a twenty-minute break this time of night, but she didn’t want to miss her chance to be with Jace. What if she never saw him again? “I don’t think I can be gone for long.”
“We can just ride around for a while.”
“I’d rather kiss you for a while,” she said, tilting her head to the side so she could kiss him inside his helmet.
“Kissing will be involved.”
“Yeah?”