Chapter 10

It had been over a week since I'd last seen Easton, but he made sure to talk to me every day. Something was building between us, but I didn't want to jinx anything by labeling it. When I'd first seen and observed him weeks ago, I'd wanted to be under his masterful hands, but now after getting a taste of what more could look like, I actually waited each day for his call.

A few times, I'd asked him what sort of research he did, but he had joked about it being top secret. I took that continued response as his way of not wanting to talk about it, so I'd let it go. Still, it sat in the recesses of my mind. It wasn't all bad, though. The unknown nature of it all made him that much more mysterious. Almost dangerous as he could be mixed up in something and I not even know about it.

There'd been plenty of people like that in my life since childhood. Growing up in Carson hadn't been the easiest life for me. My parents worked multiple jobs to make ends meet, but often their valiant efforts weren't enough. The impoverished state contributed to some of the mistakes I'd made, criminal ones at that, but I'd turned things around when moving to Denver. After having gotten a full scholarship to college, the part time job and work study programs hadn't been enough to truly survive here, either. I'd then done the best I could, and now I had multiple locations of Oasis to show for it.

"We're ready for you, Shelby," Missy said, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Perfect." I got up from my seat, then entered the private spa room.

I had a robe on, but nothing underneath it. Not that it mattered. "What do you want done tonight?"

"A bikini wax," I replied.

I normally got these done routinely, but more so after hooking up with Easton. Speaking of the Dominant, he was finally back in town and wanted me to meet him at Syn later this evening. The other night, we'd had a conversation about things and he'd expressed how much he liked a woman to be smooth everywhere. I wasn't booked for my next wax yet, but I now felt a bit self conscious so had asked Missy to stay past her shift.

She was one of the best estheticians at Oasis. I had several very great employees at some of my other locations, but this hotel in downtown Denver was the best spa location of them all. It'd also been my first one, so it was likely why there was some bias on my part.

I'd gotten up on the table, and she proceeded to do the wax, even admitting that it looked like I could've gone another few days at least without needing one. I'd made up an excuse about having a busy schedule and not wanting to miss my next appointment.

It would've been easier to just tell her I had a date, but we were pretty close so I knew she'd want to know details about the guy. There was no way I could tell her that I met him at Syn, or even mention the club at all.

She'd bought the story and finished the waxing. Since it didn't take as long as it usually did, I was even able to stop by a local lingerie boutique to pick out a set to wear tonight. Easton had once again mentioned a specific color, only this time he wanted to see me in blue. His wish was my command, so as I stood in front of my full-length mirror in the baby blue lingerie, I just hoped he approved of it.

After, I slipped into a dress and headed to the club. Upon arriving, I parked in the garage across the street, then stood outside of my car scanning the crowded parking level. There were so many cars, and I realized at that moment that I had no idea which kind he drove. In fact, I knew next to nothing about him.

"You like to make a girl come," I murmured to myself as I flicked the lock button on my key fob, then threw it into my small clutch.

I made my way across the street and into the club. He hadn't given me any other instructions or a room number, so I headed over to the bar to wait for him. Chad smiled as soon as he saw me, and I grinned back. I was just about to take a step forward toward him when someone grabbed me from behind.

The urge to scream was strong until I settled down and inhaled deeply. Easton. I recognized his scent and his touch. Calming immediately, I leaned back against him. "Welcome back, Easton. I hope you haven't been waiting too long for me."

He nuzzled my throat and it took everything in me to not moan aloud. I did shiver, though. His lips were warm and inviting, and when I cocked my head to the side, he raised his.

"I've been waiting all my life for a submissive like you, Shelby. Are you wearing blue as instructed?" I was so focused on his first words, halfway swooning over them, that I had forgotten his question. "Well are you?"

"Y-yes," I stammered.

He leaned in and licked the shell of my ear, then redirected me out of the bar area. "I can't wait another minute to be with you. Let's not waste our time here with everyone else."

I couldn't have agreed more so I happily followed him down the hallway to the same room we'd been in that first time together. I almost wondered if he wanted another massage, but when he nudged me over the threshold, all the former equipment was gone, and instead was the standard furniture one might expect to find in a room such as this one.

"Get out of that dress and onto your knees on the spanking bench."

Since he was so anxious, it hid the fact that I felt the same. Carefully removing my dress and heels, I then looked at him as he slowly started to appraise me in my lingerie. I wasn't sure whether or not he wanted me to remove it until he spoke.

"Very nice, Shelby. Take it all off, though."

Again, I wasted no time following his orders. Once I was naked, I moved over to the bench and positioned myself on the leather like he'd commanded me to do. Easton was there in a flash and it only took seconds for him to restrain my wrists.

"Your safe word," he said, and I cleared my throat.

"Still Gemini," I responded, then felt the loss of his heat as soon as he stepped away.

I kept my gaze centered straight ahead even though I heard him gathering up numerous items. I'd given him my hard limits before, and after the rain call, I knew he remembered them all, so I wasn't worried. I was simply anxious. Patience wasn't a virtue of mine, at least not until I started coming to Syn. The men here controlled everything and everyone, including me. There was nothing I loved more than submitting, though.

"You're such a good girl," he told me as soon as he made his way back over. "And you're going to continue to be one for me, yes?"

"Yes," I responded.

He reached around me and seconds later, he covered my eyes completely with a silk tie. Not only did I love being restrained and at his mercy, but I also loved sensory deprivation. I wasn't surprised that he had remembered that from a previous call of ours as well. He'd asked me how I had gotten into the lifestyle, and I told him that it was quite cliché. I had gotten bored of relationships with vanilla men, and had wanted to experiment with things those lovers never would. Being tied up and spanked had been one of those things. Considering what he had me on, I safely assumed that would come next.

I was at peace with whatever he thought to use on me. I'd not been with many Dominants so my experience was still slightly on the newer end, but there was no one better to introduce me to things than Easton. The man controlled my every waking thought lately, so I might as well give him my body, too.

"I want to use something a little different than a standard flogger on you. If it becomes too much, you can use your safe word and we'll stop to talk about it."

"Okay," I told him, then braced myself for whatever it was that he had in mind.

The adrenaline that being in this position created was one thing, but not knowing what kind of torturous device he might use on me made it start to flow through my bloodstream like wildfire. Every cell in my body was alive, and I had to remind myself a time or two to actually breathe. That proved to be wise the second I felt his hand come down hard across the center of my ass.

"I've dreamed of doing much more than just fucking this tight ass of yours. I want to mark it, and I will. For the next few days, you'll be reminded of this night every time you sit down." I shivered. "I don't expect you to count these blows. Just enjoy them."

That was easier said and done, but I would try my best to humor him. Seconds later, I heard a soft whoosh followed by a blistering streak of fire across one of my ass cheeks. "Oh," was all I said, catching myself before I could say more.

Easton delivered another two or three to the same ass cheek, and it felt raw. It stung like I had sat down on a wasp's nest, and the tears coming from my eyes were slowly soaking the blindfold in front of them. He moved over to the other ass cheek and delivered much of the same treatment to it as the other one.

By the time he was finished, more than my eyes were weeping. My pussy was too. I was so damn wet, despite the pain, and when he slipped his hand between my thighs, I knew he now knew it, too.

"Fuck," he groaned aloud while toying with my clit.

Easton then slipped three fingers into me and began to thrust them in and out of me. There was no leisure to it this time. He wanted to get me to the edge which he managed to do in record time. This man not only knew where my G-spot was, but he knew exactly how to touch me.

"Easton," I cried out as he stopped.

His body came down over mine and the abrasiveness of his denim jeans against my raw ass made me whimper. His warm mouth came down on the top of my shoulders, then he kissed across the back of my neck, before delivering a few down my spine. There was little I could do but sit there, and he took full advantage of my immobility.

"This pussy," he said as he started to move his fingers once more before continuing, "knows to whom it belongs. You want to come, Shelby. I know it, and I can feel it."

"Yes, I do," I responded.

He went in for the kill again, then stopped just before I could reach the peak. It was like trying to climb a mountain and falling inches from the top. He did that a few times before stepping away.

"Easton?" I called out to him.

"Stay just like you are," he told me, essentially cutting me off.

My core was aching, especially now that he had withdrawn his fingers. I dropped my head forward and tried to concentrate on anything outside of the inner pulsing. Once he split me open, I knew I would be able to come on command. Something told me that he wasn't ready for that just yet, and those suspicions were confirmed the moment I heard him drop some other items onto the table beside me.

I didn't question Easton as I trusted him inexplicably. That might've proven to be the wrong move when he wrapped something else around my lower body. It was tight with very little give, but it did allow him just enough room to wedge a vibrating wand to my clit. The second he turned it on, I flinched. Torment was definitely the game of the night.

I took in each jolt as it was pressed against me. If I thought it was hard enough to hold off from coming when it was just his fingers, I had no idea how I would outlast this toy of resistance destruction. Since he hadn't given me permission to come, I tried my hardest although my restraint was growing thinner with each pulse of the wand.

He came in front of me, then fisted a handful of my long hair. When he had my head upright, it made me shift, but the toy remained in place. "I want to feel those lips of yours wrapped around me and if you make me come, I'll let you do the same."

Let me? I cried out at that, especially since the wand was a constant source of pressure and torment upon me. My clit had never been more stimulated than it was now, and I knew I'd need to purchase a toy like this one for myself. Only I would come, and likely with visions of Easton in my head.

Deciding to focus less on what was happening down there, I opened my mouth the moment he tapped my lips with his cock. He slipped right in, and holding my head in that position, I knew he intended to control this part of the night as well. I was right because I would normally start by working his thick length slowly down, he slammed forward causing me to choke.

He pulled out, I took a deep breath, then he thrust back into me. This time, I remembered to breathe, and it wasn't long before the damn wand was forgotten completely. I heard Easton groan as his thrusts got deeper and harder each time. I relaxed my throat and took him as deep as humanly possible, earning broken words of praise along the way. By the time he slammed forward and stilled, he came and I used those same muscles to swallow down every drop of him.

"Your mouth is so fucking incredible," he told me which once more made me smile. "I don't think you need this anymore," he said as he first ripped the blindfold from my eyes, then the strap holding the wand in place.

The toy fell but he had all of it removed within seconds. He opened a condom, then lined his latex sheathed cock at my entrance. Seconds later, he pushed inside using the same force and impatience as he had done with my mouth. I moaned out loud, then let out a small mewl when he slapped one of my still aching ass cheeks.

"I want you to wait for my word, Shelby."

"B-but," I stammered as I remembered his earlier promise.

"A few more minutes. You can do this for me."

Those minutes seemed like an eternity as he began to fuck me with the same ruthless abandon that he had my mouth. When he slipped his hand between us and began to roll my clit between his fingers, my entire body tensed.

"Now, Shelby. Come for me."

"Easton," I cried as my orgasm exploded causing small microbursts to detonate in my vision. He was still so hard as he fucked me through that orgasm, and into another. By then, it seemed as if I had come too much. Always willing to prove me wrong, he never slowed or stopped until I succumbed to a third climax. As soon as I did, he slammed into me a final time and found one of his own.

After, we stayed like that for several minutes. His cock was not as hard as before, but it was still impressive nonetheless. Easton finally pulled out and the next few minutes went by in a blur. He treated my welts and by the time he helped me into my dress, I had decided to go sans panties. He wasn't upset, especially seeing as he wanted to keep that particular pair for his collection.

"They are the exact color of your eyes. Goddamned beautiful."

His praise never failed to warm me, and I wasn't even upset that he needed to leave. He'd told me that he'd just gotten into town and hadn't even gone home yet to unpack. While a part of me was disappointed that he was once again leaving, I understood why. Truth be told, I preferred my own bed anyway so when he told me that I could stay there, I shook my head.

He proceeded to walk me to my car and stayed in that spot until I had driven off. My condo was not far from the club so it didn't take long to get home. I needed a shower, then my cool silk sheets. I was already smiling as I thought about them on the way up to my unit. That smile was wiped clean the moment I opened the door.

"What the hell are you doing here, Carley?" I asked the moment I saw my cousin.

"I needed a place to crash. What's wrong with you?" she asked after taking in my appearance. I shook my head and walked to my room without answering her.