Melissa St. James looked around the bar. It had been a quiet night, not too busy. She silently watched Jarrod Cruise out of the corner of her eye as he waited on the customers at his end of the bar. He was heading her way. “You doing okay sunshine?” he asked in that deep rumbling voice of his.
“Yes Sir. I’m doing fine.” Now why did she do that? Call him Sir. He wasn’t her Sir. He was just another bartender like her.
Melissa had been working at Club de Fleur for several weeks now. She’d been lucky enough to find the job working as a bartender in a kink club. It was a great place to work. Working at the club allowed her to play for free. She wouldn’t have been able to afford the membership dues on her own. Thankfully they were included in her compensation packet. The rest of the staff was so friendly it was almost like working with family, with one exception. Jarrod Cruise. The man was infuriating. He was gorgeous. Tall, at least six and a half feet, with wide shoulders, a narrow waist and an ass that begged to be grabbed. He was definitely drool worthy. Lucky her, she got the pleasure of working behind the bar with him several nights a week. Most women wouldn’t see it as a hardship, but for Melissa it was.
He was friendly, always touching her, but not in a creepy way. She could tell he was attracted to her. He had asked her out and to play at the club, but she didn’t need another entanglement in her life. Her life was complicated enough without a man in it. She was sure the sex would be smoking hot, it couldn’t be anything else with a man like Jarrod. He was as dominant as they came and very much Melissa’s type. She was very attracted to him, but wouldn’t let herself go there. Not again.
Melissa had been in BDSM relationships before. That was the reason she was here. When her last master, Ralph, uncollared her and told her it was over, she swore to herself she wouldn’t get involved with another master again, never be another man’s slave again. Jarrod wouldn’t be happy with anything less, she knew it.
It was getting harder and harder to resist him. The club had been short staffed lately, and she had been forced to work more hours with Jarrod than she wanted to. She begged Kyle and Dave, the owners, to find someone to cover for her, but there was no one available, or so they said. She couldn’t afford to quit and find something else. Nothing would pay her the money she made working at the club and still leave her time for school. She was going to get her degree and make something of herself. She would prove Ralph wrong. She wasn’t useless.
Life with Ralph, her last master, had been good until it wasn’t. She should have seen the signs that he was losing interest, but had been blinded by her devotion to the lifestyle, not the relationship. She had been so busy being a good slave that she forgot she needed to be a partner also.
When Ralph demanded she leave his home, she packed only the things she had brought with her and refused to take anything else from him. She didn’t want to owe him anything. He had made it very clear he was done with her. She left his house with nothing but some clothes and a few things her family had given her.
She had lived with Ralph for several years as his slave. He supported her. She lived only to serve him. Never again. She would never put herself in that place again. Sex was highly over-rated. She didn’t need a man to take care of her. She could take care of herself, and she’d prove it no matter how hard she had to work.
She was going in early to talk to Kyle and Dave, the owners, and see if they would ask Jarrod to back off. If he didn’t ease off, she was going to give in, and that couldn’t happen. Jarrod would never allow her to be her own person. She couldn’t live like that again. She had to be able to make her own decisions and live her life. She knew the sex with Jarrod would be out of this world and if she let herself go there, she would never come back. She’d be hooked. She had to resist.
Jarrod watched as Melissa bit her lip and started breathing in short little pants. He had a few more tricks but didn’t want to use them yet. He’d wait and see how long she could hold out. He upped the speed of the vibe and watched the determination on Melissa’s face. She had her eyes closed and had clenched her hands into tight little fists.
He watched a minute or two, and she wasn’t giving in. If she kept breathing like that she was going to hyperventilate. He couldn’t have that. He licked around her clit a few more times then slipped the vibe out of her.
“What, are we done? Is it over?” Melissa asked, still panting.
“No, baby. I’m just getting ready for the next part,” Jarrod told her and put the vibe aside for cleaning later. He reached into another pocket. He was glad he’d bought the leather vest with all the inside pockets. He could load them up, and no one had any idea he was packing so many things.
He watched her face as he pulled the butt plug and a packet of lube out of his pocket. It was larger than any he had used on her so far, but she had the experience to take it. He wouldn’t take her ass with his cock today, but soon, very soon he was going to feel that little round rosette open for him.
He opened the packet of lube and rolled the plug around in it before pressing the tip to her anus.
“It’s too big. I can’t,” Melissa whispered. She knew better than to say it out loud. He would just take it as a challenge.
“You’ll do just fine. Relax. Take a deep breath and blow it out.” When she blew her breath out, he pushed the plug in slowly until she had swallowed the entire thing.
“There, that wasn’t too bad.” Before she could say anything, he had a butterfly vibe in his hand and was pressing it to her clit. Melissa felt the plug start to vibrate and knew she wouldn’t be able to keep from coming this time.
“I’m so close. Please don’t make me wait,” she begged. She didn’t care anymore. She wasn’t going to fight anymore.
“You don’t have to wait, Melissa, come now.” Jarrod watched Melissa fall apart, then opened the fly to his pants. He couldn’t wait any longer. He hadn’t just been teasing her. He was hard as a rock and was going to come in his pants if he didn’t get in her soon.
He lifted himself over her and fit himself to her. “This is going to be quick. You’ve got me so hard I won’t last long.” He leaned down and took her lips in a deep kiss as he pushed into her. She was so tight with the plug in that he pushed in slowly, afraid of hurting her. He lifted up so he could watch her face, but didn’t see any signs of pain. She was so wet he slid in.
“You’re so tight with the plug, so snug around me,” he said, pulling out and pushing back in. He started a slow rhythm and reached around to move the plug in and out so that she was never empty.
He could tell when she was close and took the hand that had been moving the plug and reached up to a nipple clamp. “I think these have been on long enough,” he told her as he released the clamp and removed it. Melissa came with a little scream and Jarrod felt himself start to gather. He knew he was close, he could feel his release starting to gather at the base of his spine. He increased his pace and released the second clamp.
When Melissa started to come down from her second orgasm, he pulled the plug out as he let his seed release into her. He let his weight rest on her a few minutes before falling to the side and pulling her over him. The wind had picked up, and it was starting to get cool. He pulled the picnic blanket over them and closed his eyes. It wouldn’t hurt to rest a few minutes.