Club Spiral, chapter two.
Authors note: This is an adult story. To understand this story, please re-read chapter one
He had arrived a half hour early to the lounge where he chose a table towards the back with the less luminous attraction. The melody of live jazz playing to the farthest end, fiddling with his tie as a waitress arrived. "Brandy on the rocks, please bring a bottle and a bowl of ice." He didn't make eye contact with her but yet noticed every detail of the deer. Light hazelnut eyes with a natural shade that hid behind the librarian type glasses. Typical white shirt and shorts with apron, very well detailed to her curves. What caught his eye was the scar and hidden bruise between her legs as she walked away to retrieve what he had asked for.
It hadn't been long before the mouse arrived, she did wear the cock tail dress, same broken look on her face which caused everyone to look at her oddly. Several pointed and whispered but it didnt seem to bother her. Taking a seat by the bar as she ordered a dirty martini, typical of her. A gentleman had approached her, talked and tried to get her number from what it he could tell according to the body language, but just as fast as the man had approached he was dismissed. She moved with some grace keeping her appearance of a mysterious woman daring to be praised. "Sir." The voice of the waitress tugged at his attention and he looked at her, "Can I get you anything else?"
Actually yes, she could. "Matter of fact, I'm displeased with the wait. Either you can suck my dick or explain the bruises in between your legs." His snicker was light as he watched the fear display across her face followed by several other reactions. Her fingers tightened into little fists at her side as she grew nervous, her lips parted and a lick went across them, hesitation lingered. "Master provided them for displeasing him with my face outside of protocol." He weighed her words and realized two things. One being that she didn't direct him as hers in any form and two there were rules, therefore she lingered with no real owner. "How did you displease him?" The question was simple but he could tell from the fuchsia color on her cheeks that she was having a hard time. "Tell you what, when you are ready to share give me a call, I can show you a different world. Now do me a favor, the woman in the cocktail dress, bring her." Handing both a card and a bill, the waitress stumbled slightly to do as ordered.
The light jazz once again occupied his thoughts as he tossed back his drink already pouring himself another adding a fresh cube of ice. The ice wasn't there for his drink but seemed fitting to let the idea linger. "Here you are Miss, may I get you anything?" The waitress's satin voice asked, "Dirty martini, two olives." The mouse took her seat across from him, she looked amazing, flawless like a diamond. It was hard to be in her presence with his cock being harder then any other time he tried to wank at it. "Nervous?" She asked almost as if she was full of herself, sliding his thumb across the glass as he took another sip waiting till the waitress returned with her drink before even answering. "It should be you who is nervous, after all, I'll be pounding my baby into you."
The mouse fidgeted slightly as if she herself suddenly realized what it was that awaited her, easily being the fact that he could smell the moistness that lurked between her legs. The waitress arrived and the coyote whispered something to her while secretly placing a key in her apron. As the night pressed on they finished their drinks but first slid the cubes in the bowl towards the mouse. "Insert three, quickly." He stood up as he held up his hand for the mouse once she was ready. "I highly suggest those are melted by the time we reach the room." A shaky breath was all he received, walking together he held his hand above her lower back guiding her to the elevators. When they found one, he didnt allow other people on, "Take the next one." The lingering threat to those that dared to try to board.
The ding followed suit as the doors closed, they had the penthouse suite so in the mean time, he had time to burn. Turning around he took her by the throat pinning her against the elevator wall as he lifted her dress up seeking her panties which were lace by the touch, rubbing his digit against the panties pushing them into her cunt as he rubbed furiously against her clit. Her moans echoed the little container, "Louder slut, I can't hear you." Biting into her neck as he rubbed faster feeling her legs shake as she withered. The elevator stopped unnecessarily at random times, each time they heard a gasp but no one entered. The mouse gulped for air, pleading to be allowed a simple release. Ignoring her please as her panties became wetter and wetter. "Cum." He whispered into her ear, feeling her arch as she shrilled at her climax. Pumping her twat against his fingers like a hungry whore. Pulling his hand away he held it near her mouth watching her red lips part and that pink little tongue wrap around them. She moaned seductively as she licked them clean, only to whine when he remove his now spotless fingers. Kneeling down he unrolled her panties down her legs as he had her step out of them. He held them up for inspection rather impressed. "Open." He stated and seeing she was only going to ask for a reason he stuffed the soaking panties into her mouth. Reaching back under he shoved his fingers into her cunt twirling around in her twat. Still two left and they had just arrived to their floor.
"Better hurry mouse or you won't like the punishment." Stepping out of the room and down the hall fishing out the key from his pocket as he slid it into the door. "Strip and leave your things by the door. You are not to wear anything while in this room while you are here." She tried her best to unzip her dress on her own, but could not reach. Her struggle amused him mildly, but eventually she managed. She unzipped her and the dress fell in a black shimmering puddle onto the floor.
He was pleased at what she wore underneath or rather what she wasn't wearing. No panties, no nylons or bra. She stood with her back to him in nothing but heels. Mistake one. He grabbed her ass firmly and suddenly and she gasped in shock, she hadn't expected him to touch her so soon and so roughly. He spun her around having her and lifted her chin gently to look her in the eye. His cold eyes stared through hers. He ran his thumb along her bottom lip, she licked it gently and tried to take it into her mouth. He slapped her across the face and left a mark that glowed red. Mistake two. She did not raise her hand to her face or make any noise, but her eyes looked down again and filled with tears as he grabbed her chin roughly bringing her attention back to him.
"You didn't have my permission to do that. Don't make me leave another mark on that pretty little broken face of yours. Now you'll go to the bedroom, fetch the collar on the bed along with the paddle. You've failed your test rodent, you have a minute to comply while I finish pouring my drink. Remove the heels." He watched her scramble to retrieve the items as he poured himself another glass of scotch, taking a sip watching her present the items. He pointed on the floor. "You know better then to be standing." He took his time removing his tie as he walked around her placing it over her eyes.
"Today you'll be earning your collar. If, you're bound to receive it. After all you're just as pathetic as when I found you." Stroking her cheek lightly as she flinched at the touch. He pulled away and sat down letting the eerie silence fill her mind in anticipation..
[Maybe chapter three will hold more promise..]