Serena's Submission (5 page)

One of the men had risen and was making a move towards Serena. Aaron leapt out of his seat and was by the man’s side in an instant. He grabbed him by the collar and jerked the man towards him so his face was inches from his own.

“Where do you think you’re going, Griff?” Aaron demanded.

“Just going to greet that sexy little piece who just walked in—what’s it to you?”

“You don’t go near her,” Aaron stated, his voice dangerously low.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business, Aaron,” Griff responded mildly.

“That’s where you’re wrong. She belongs to me so no one touches her.”

Out of the corner of his eye Aaron saw Serena making her way towards them.

“Go and sit down, baby,” he ordered her, keeping his eyes on Griff and his hand clamped around his throat.

“That’s unlike you, Aaron. You used to be into sharing your toys,” Griff commented with a sly smile.

“Well, I’ve decided that I don’t want to play nice, so you keep your hands off Serena. In fact I don’t even want you looking in her direction—you understand, Griff?”

“Sure, no problems,” Griff responded with a smile.

Aaron released him and was just about to turn around when Griff spoke again.

“You better keep her on a short leash, man. I’m not the only one who is interested.”

Aaron had known that interest in Serena would start, in fact he should have expected it sooner, but up until this point their presence at the club had been largely in the dungeons and the club had been relatively quiet. Tonight it was busy and the Doms were on the prowl for fresh meat.

Serena had done as he requested and had settled herself into a private booth. “Is everything all right, Aaron?” she asked him when he joined her.

“Everything is fine, angel. You look magnificent this evening,” he responded, taking her hand and planting a kiss on her palm.

She blushed prettily at the compliment, making his cock surge to attention. The irony was not lost on him—he was supposed to be the dominant of the two yet she practically held him by the balls.

“Can I ask you something?” she said, her voice apprehensive.

“You can ask me anything.”

“Did you purchase this dress for me or did it belong to…” Her voice drifted off as she waved a hand in the air but he knew what she was implying.

“I purchased it especially for you, baby. I think I judged your size perfectly.”

She smiled happily. “Thank you, Aaron, it is beautiful. I would never have chosen something so daring, in fact I would never have believed that I could pull an outfit like this off.”

“Don’t underestimate your sex appeal, Serena,” he responded, cupping her chin and tilting her head up so her eyes met his. “In fact, right now I’m kicking myself for providing you with a dress that has every man in this place salivating for you. I have already had to warn off one man, I don’t want to have to warn off another—just remember that you belong to me,” he finished softly.

He could tell that Serena was confused. It was time to re-establish the rules of a D/s relationship.

“I realise that it wasn’t your doing, baby. I know you didn’t deliberately act to generate so much attention, but I’m just reminding you that as your Dom you act to please me and please me alone unless I tell you otherwise.” He kissed her gently to take the harshness off his words.

He couldn’t quite believe his feelings of possessive jealousy. With his previous subs he had been a controlling dominant. Nevertheless, he had never had any qualms about sharing his subs provided that they had agreed, but, unusually for him, he didn’t want to share Serena. The other night with Jack had been a one-off to test her, but the thought of another man touching her sent him into a rage. He was going to take her to the Arena, however he had already decided that they wouldn’t stay long. After his run-in with Griff he did not want to put temptation in the way of any other Doms.

* * * *

Serena was excited. Aaron had mentioned the Arena briefly before and something underlying his words had made her think of something dangerous and forbidden.

The Arena was exactly as its name suggested—a large, round platform-type stage equipped with all manner of BDSM apparatus. The area directly surrounding the Arena was furnished with spanking benches, crosses and bondage stocks and other equipment that Serena had never seen before. Further back were booths and seating for voyeurs of the BDSM play.

It was busy. People dressed in leather and latex mingled and gathered around the BDSM equipment. A man was being bound to the main Saint Andrew’s cross by a sexily clad Domme. The man wore a wide black, leather collar around his neck. Attached to the collar were two chains which were clamped to his nipples. He wore nothing but a pair of black leather shorts. He was well-built and muscular which was at odds with his obviously submissive role.

Serena watched enthralled as the woman picked up a flogger and started to flog the man’s back. He writhed against his restraints and grunted each time the flogger struck his flesh. Another woman stepped in, grabbed the man by the back of his head, thrust her breasts at him, compelling him to suck her nipples.

There was a naked woman being spanked by her Dom. She wriggled on his lap and moaned in ecstasy each time his wide palm struck her substantial backside.

Yet another man was bound, naked to a cross while a man dressed in a full black latex suit was dripping melted wax onto his chest.

Everywhere Serena looked there was BDSM play taking place with men and women in various states of undress. It was overwhelming and assailing her senses.

“Come,” Aaron demanded, taking her hand and tugging her in the direction of a booth where he sat and pulled Serena down next to him so she was seated by his side.

He slung an arm around her shoulder and slipped a hand into her dress and started to caress her breast. Serena sighed and relaxed against him, allowing her body to press closely to his. As she gazed at the scenes playing out in the Arena, she noticed a tall, attractive man striding in their direction. Aaron’s palm flexed tightly over Serena’s breast and his other hand slipped from her shoulder to grasp the back of her neck possessively. She looked up at him in enquiry and noticed that his eyes were narrowed and tracking the man’s trajectory towards them.

The man stopped at their booth and smiled. “How are you this evening?” he greeted them, dazzling Serena with a wide grin. “This must be the lovely Serena that I have heard so much about. Where have you been hiding this gorgeous creature, Aaron?” he asked as he reached out a hand to caress the length of Serena’s arm.

Serena couldn’t miss the hungry look in his eyes as he dropped his gaze to her cleavage. She felt Aaron bristle beside her before he dropped his arms, wrapped his hands around her waist and hauled her over his lap until she was seated on the other side of him.

“You would do well to keep your hands to yourself, Dominick,” Aaron warned in a low voice. “You know better than that.”

Dominick chuckled. “So touchy, Aaron,” he admonished. “You mean I don’t get a little taste?”

Serena gaped in astonishment as Aaron shot upright and pushed himself into the other man’s chest. “Owning this club does not give you exclusive rights to the clientele, Dominick. I know that, and you know that. Serena is mine, so no, you do not ‘get a taste’,” he snarled.

Dominick took a step back and threw his arms up in surrender. “Okay Aaron. Calm down,” he said, grinning mischievously. “I was just asking, and I was interested as to what has Mandy so hot under the collar about your new sub. I wanted to see for myself what all the fuss was about.”

Serena turned to follow Dominick’s gaze to where a statuesque brunette stood at the bar staring daggers in her direction.

Aaron swore under his breath before he settled himself beside Serena in the booth once more.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Dominick said, winking at Serena before striding away.

“I was going to play with you here but I’ve changed my mind,” Aaron murmured in Serena’s ear as his fingers slipped back into her dress to recommence caressing her breast possessively.

“Why have you changed your mind?” she whispered as her nipples tightened and lengthened under his ministrations. “Has it something to do with that woman, Mandy?”

“It has nothing to do with her,” he said dismissively. “She is an unhappy ex, and I stress the word
ex
. It is because what I want to do with you is best done in private. I have sometimes enjoyed the exhibitionistic aspect of the Arena, but I have decided that I don’t want anyone else to enjoy you. Too many of these arseholes are showing an interest in you, and I don’t like it. I’d like to take you home to my place this evening.”

His possessive words sent a little thrill through Serena and she thought she would much prefer some private time with him. Whilst the Arena presented an erotic and exciting atmosphere she wasn’t sure that she could relax sufficiently for whatever Aaron had in mind.

“I’d like that. I’m afraid that I don’t yet think I am up to such public displays of intimacy,” she responded whilst wondering whether she would ever feel entirely comfortable with exposing herself so totally.

Aaron stood and held his hand out to her. “Let’s go.”

Chapter Seven

Aaron’s apartment was as she would expect from him—minimalistic furnishings in black and silver, functional and masculine with all the modern technological trappings that one could want. He had a fabulous view over the city and the harbour and when standing on the balcony of his twentieth-floor apartment she felt an odd sensation as if she were floating in mid-air.

Aaron stepped up behind her. “I want to show you something,” he said.

Serena followed him down a hallway to a closed door which he unlocked before ushering her inside. When he switched on the light Serena gasped as a private dungeon was dimly illuminated. The walls were painted black. There was a large bed in the centre covered in purple satin sheets, at the foot of the bed was a bench and against the wall was a Saint Andrew’s cross. Various whips and canes adorned the walls, as did numerous forms of bondage and restraints.

Serena was amazed. Never had she suspected that Aaron had his own personal dungeon. She stepped further into the room and stared around her in awe.

She felt Aaron behind her, his breath hot against her temple. “As much as I love you in that dress, I want you to take off your clothes and kneel by the bed.”

Serena did as he asked. A shiver of excitement rippled through her as she imagined what he might do.

“I’m going to blindfold you now,” he said as he tied a black satin cloth around her eyes. “You have to trust me. Remember to say your safe word if things become too intense and you want me to stop.”

Aaron helped her into a standing position then scooped her up and laid her on the bed. She felt him grasp each of her wrists as he bound them into restraints attached to the headboard, then he did the same to each of her ankles so that she was bound in a star shape to the bed.

Music suddenly drifted around them. She couldn’t make out what it was but it was soothing and relaxing.

Something brushed lightly against her skin—a feather. It tickled and irritated at the same time because she couldn’t relieve the tickling sensation with her hands. She squirmed uncomfortably as the tickling continued, tormenting her with soft, feathery sensations.

Slowly, inexorably Aaron ran the feather up one side of her body then down the other. She felt it run across each breast and circle around each nipple, making them stretch and lengthen. She arched her back off the bed at the sensation, sucking in a breath as the feather-light strokes worked around and around each of her nipples. Then it was between her legs, brushing her folds softly and making her moan and squirm against her restraints.

“Keep still,” he whispered against her ear.

She heard a tinkling sound then felt a cold sensation on each of her nipples—
ice cubes
? It was so cold her nipples puckered in immediate offence and her breath hitched. He ran the ice cubes around each of her nipples simultaneously, numbing them and burning them at the same time, and then the ice cubes were replaced by something warm and soft—Aaron’s tongue. The dual sensations were amazing and she moaned and arched her back as far off the mattress as she could manage with the restraints.

His warm mouth sucked on one nipple then the other, drawing in each taut bud before laving it with his tongue. He grasped one breast and manipulated it so that her nipple was completely extended before he took it into his mouth and sucked hard. The sensation between ice cold and hard, and warm and soft was exquisite and she expelled a deep, throaty groan.

Then he was moving south towards her navel, trailing soft kisses over her fevered flesh before his tongue dipped into her belly button. She felt the cold sensation again as he traced an ice cube from her navel down further until he reached the lips of her pussy, swollen and wet with arousal. Serena held her breath, waiting anxiously for him to touch her there, but he just ran the ice cube around and around her outer lips, deliberately avoiding her entrance. She thrust her hips up, desperate for him to touch her pussy.

“Please,” she begged.

“Keep still or I will draw this out even longer,” he warned.

She could feel his hard body wedged between her legs. He’d removed his clothes and his breath was hot against the lips of her pussy as he continued to tease her over and over with the ice cube, creating another odd but stimulating dual sensation.

She whimpered and just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, she felt the ice-cold shard at her pussy entrance as Aaron dipped the cube into her hot channel.

She moaned and reflexively swayed her hips against him as he thrust the ice cube in and out of her before swirling it around and around her clit. She wanted desperately to close her legs, to relieve the tension, but it was impossible and made her all the more desperate for him to end her torture.

As if he could read her thoughts she felt the cold replaced by the warmth of his mouth as it closed over her entrance and she sobbed with relief as he sucked her hungrily.