Closing herself into the last stall in the ladies’ room, she leaned against the wall and fought to control the screams of frustration that were pushing for release. She forced herself to take slow, deep breaths as she counted backward from a hundred. By the time she reached fifty, she could breathe without the pain pressing at her throat.
Five minutes later, she felt calm enough to leave her hiding place. She walked around the oval bar to where three empty stools stood together. Climbing onto the center one, she rested her elbows on the bar and leaned her head forward so she could massage away the pain thumping at her temples that had begun as soon as Toby had ejaculated.
Toby had been correct in his assessment. She was stressed, and exhausted, too, but nothing she tried seemed to work. She had not been able to sleep more than a few hours at night for nearly a month. She juggled her way through her days, trying to get everything done while protecting and nurturing her creativity. She could not recall the last time she had felt completely relaxed. Being a single, self-employed artist without a steady man to call her own on any horizon added to the stress she lived with on a daily basis.
“You okay, Mistress Calliope?” Master Jackson asked, forcing her to open her eyes and be social.
“I’m fine, thanks. Can I have a glass of white wine, please?”
“Pinot or Merlot?”
Too stressed to make such an easy decision, Calliope shook her head. “Never mind, make it a ginger ale instead.”
In the mood she was in, it would not take but a sip or two of wine before she was crying on the super-shiny bar. Deciding to spend the evening at the club had been a bad decision. Yet another in a long string of bad choices she had made over the last few months. Maybe it was time to take a long, hard look at her life and figure out how to get back on track to a life of contentment instead of continuing the quest for something she would never find.
“I don’ believe we’ve met yet, though I dunno how I could have missed such a beautiful gypsy,” a deep male voice said as a large, warm body stepped into her peripheral vision on her left. Calliope knew she had a larger than usual personal boundary, but having this man close enough to feel the heat of his chest on her upper arm wasn’t making her want to back away.
How unusual, she thought with a frown.
She took a moment to thank Jackson for the drink then down half of it. Then she turned just her head to acknowledge the man who was crashing her pity party. She blinked when she found herself nose-to-sternum with a broad, muscular chest finely dusted with black hair and only partly covered by a black leather vest. She took a moment to admire the rippling skin as he shifted before tilting her head back she looked into his face. Instantly she was captivated.
Inky black hair pulled back from his face, showing off the strong lines and übermasculine features. His nose had been broken a time or two, but that single imperfection just emphasized how perfect the rest of his features were. Then she looked into eyes the color of well-worn denim and the world shifted in ways she would never be able to explain.
“I’m Roane McKenzie, the kilted Dom,” he said with a grin.
Calliope had to swallow and lick her lips as she thought about an appropriate response. Her hands dropped to her lap to wipe the sudden dampness away.
“Just call me Mistress Gypsy,” she said softly.
“Verra pleased ta meet ye, Mistress Gypsy,” the man said, taking her hand and lifting it to his lips where he placed a kiss in the center of her palm. “How about we go somewhere and talk.”
Something in his expression told her that he knew something. Had he guessed her secret? Did he know she was not really a Domme?
“Why?” she asked as her heart began to pound in fear.
His grin turned wolfish as he bent his head and leaned close enough for his lips to brush against her ear. “Because, lass, ye’ve got a secret, I ken what it is, and we need ta discuss what we’re goin’ ta do abou’ it.”
His thick Scottish accent entranced Calliope, turning the burner up on the arousal she had not felt toward any other man in the club. Then the threat in his words sank in, and her thumping heart began to speed up. Yep, it was well past time to go home.
Without a word of response, Calliope slid off the far side of her stool and hurried toward the front of the club.
Knees spread. Hands on thighs. Back straight. Head down. Relax. Breathe. Wait for Master Roane’s next command.
“Relax and drop yer shoulders,” he remarked as he slowly circled her before stopping just in front of her. The outer edges of his hiking boots pressed against her inner thighs, but he did not tell her to move them.
In the deep silence of the room, the snap and zip of his jeans being opened sounded abnormally loud to her ears, and she took a breath to prepare herself for whatever he was about to do to her.
“Look at me, lass.”
Dropping her head back, she looked up. It took a moment to move her gaze past the longest, thickest cock she had ever seen outside of a porn movie, but after a moment of ogling, she managed to meet his gaze.
“Suck me cock, lassie, but prepare yerself for a fast response. Ye’ve got me all worked up, and it willna take much to have me shootin’ fer the moon.”
“Yes, Sir,” Calliope whispered, amazed that he was so bold and forthright about his premature ejaculation. Most men would never make such an admission, especially to a submissive they barely knew.
“Ahh, lass, yer thinkin’ too hard. Nae, I’ve no’ normally go’ a short fuse, just one tha’s been burnin’ since ye sat on me lap at the club Friday night. Now get ta work and ease yer Master’s agony.”
“Yes, Sir,” Calliope said as her confidence rose by several degrees.
Turning her attention back to the erection bobbing just inches from her nose, she lifted her right hand and wrapped it around the base. Roane hissed as her cool fingers confined his heat-radiating cock. Licking her lips again, Calliope opened her mouth and leaned forward. But instead of taking his cock into her mouth, she used her hand to lift it out of her way and went farther south, using the broadside of her tongue to lick at his balls.
Roane moaned in response, and then large, hot hands came down on her bare shoulders. “Suck me cock, callie-girl,” he ordered through gritted teeth.
Smiling at the strength of his reactions, she opened the hand holding his cock and used just the tip of her tongue to trace a line up the thick blood vessel along the underside of his cock. She felt his rapid heartbeat in the flesh and pulled her tongue away just before she reached the glans. His fingers pressed into her shoulders as her hand returned around the base.
His hips were jerking spasmodically in reaction already, so she took pity on him. Parting her lips, she took just the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around, swabbing the head and tasting the pre-cum that coated the flared head. The grunting, groaning, and sighing sounds he made turned her on so much she was having a hard time not climbing his body to settle her pussy around his length.
Instead she forced herself to remain kneeling before him and, closing her lips around his thick length, she began to move up and down his cock, sucking and stroking as best she could. His hips began thrusting with her bobbing, driving him deeper than she was comfortable with, but the hands holding her shoulders kept her under control and unable to pull back as she normally would.
She tried to time her breathing with his pulls and sucking with his thrusts, but her gag reflex had other thoughts. She gagged several times. Though she had nothing to throw up, bile did burn at her throat. Fighting his hold, she forced herself farther away and slid the hand wrapped around his length farther up so he would not go too deep. Pulling back until only the head of his cock was in her mouth, she sucked on the top few inches while her hand pistoned up and down the rest of his length.
His thrusting movements grew faster and then uncoordinated as he growled a long, low sound and his cock jerked in her lips just before he came. Since one hand had moved to the back of her head to hold her steady, she was not able to do as she always did with club submissives, pull off and jack his semen onto his body.
Fully caught up in the moment of pleasing Master Roane and so aroused herself it would take only a few strokes over her clit to get her off, Calliope swallowed without a thought. Even after he finished coming, she held him in her mouth, gently swabbing her tongue over and around the flesh as he gasped and groaned and made thoroughly pleased man-noises.
Finally he pulled from her lips then stepped back until he was once again leaning against the desk. “That was…incredible,” he said panted.
Not knowing how to respond to the compliment, she remained silent, dropping her head forward in the proper submissive position.
They remained that way for several minutes until Roane’s breathing had returned to normal. Then he moved around his desk and sat down. “Come here, callie-girl. Now that I can think again, it’s time fer yer punishment.”