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Being a single mother as well as a drug and alcohol counsellor had taken up much of my life. I forgot who I was, what I wanted, and how to put myself first. But then I walked into a tattoo shop and my world was flipped upside down with just one smirk.
This tattooed bad boy likes to dabble on the edge. And while I'm incredibly drawn to him, I don't know if I'm daring enough to play.
Living life was becoming a struggle. I had the submissive I was supposed to need. I had the job I had always wanted. I lived the life most envied. But there was still something lacking, and I didn't know what that was until she walked into my shop and caught my attention.
She's unlike any of the other girls in my circle, and the complete opposite to me. But there's something about her that fascinates me. I never knew how spicy vanilla cupcakes could be.
Publisher's Note: This story contains explicit content, including extreme edge-play and other BDSM and sexual themes. If dangerous elements in scenes trigger you, please refrain from reading.
It all came to a head in one of those infamous 'piss or get off the pot' monumental life moments. I stepped through the doors of the home I shared with my girlfriend and submissive of three years, Storm. We hadn't been back from our friends', Marcus and Jessica's, surprise wedding for more than a couple of weeks.
"Would you want to see me in a mermaid style gown like Jessica's, or in this ultra-sexy see-through corset with the flowing skirt for our wedding?" she asked while staring and pointing down at a page in a bridal magazine.
"Eh, what? I'm sorry, did you say 'our wedding' just now?" I set my keys down and adjusted my ball cap.
She snapped the magazine closed and sat up a little straighter. "Well, yeah, Adam. All of our friends are married, except for Derrick because he won't commit to any one sub, and Lilly and Kole are engaged." She scowled at me. "Wow, forget I said anything."
She got up and stormed out of the kitchen and I had to take a double look around to make sure I hadn't accidently walked into someone else's nightmare.
I followed her down to the bedroom where she was stomping around and mumbling under her breath while she got ready for work.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were going to start planning a wedding before we were even engaged," I said.
She rolled her eyes. "It's no big deal, we can just keep playing house and living in sin."
I laughed, I actually laughed. "I wasn't aware that you were a sacred saint of some kind."
"Seriously, forget I brought it up."
She tried to breeze past me but I grabbed onto her elbow. Her eyes locked on to where I held her and for a moment I saw a shadow of hurt and betrayal in her blue eyes.
"When the time is right, we can talk about dresses and whatever else goes into planning those shindigs," I said.
"Okay," she responded untrustingly.
The rest of that week, I felt her withdrawing from me. I couldn't tell if it was my imagination or if it was real. The more I thought about the whole wedding thing, the more I realized it didn't feel right. I stared at her as she stood in front of the stove, stirring the spaghetti sauce. She turned and her tight-fitting tank top hugged her glorious fake tits. Her pin straight blonde hair hung almost to her waist and, no fault with her, I couldn't picture her being my wife or the mother of my children.
I shook my head clear of those thoughts, knowing we were doing a demonstration at Club Vice later on that night. "How was your day?" I asked cautiously as I leaned against the opposite counter.
She shrugged and then turned back to face the stovetop. "Fine. How was yours?"
"Good enough. Zeb started an apprentice this week, so I've been picking up the extra slack while he worked with the kid."
She nodded. "Cool."
"Yeah, I mean I think it's great that Zeb is expanding his knowledge and helping an aspiring artist."
"Are you going to have an attitude for the rest of the night? I can call Derrick and cancel the demo."
She quickly turned and looked at me, shock and horror filling her blue eyes. "No. I don't have an attitude and I definitely don't want to cancel our show."
"Okay," I said flatly and headed into the bedroom while she strained the pasta.
We ate dinner with very little conversation. I knew she was still pissy about the whole wedding thing, but you don't just spring that shit on a man. Just because the whole world was getting married, didn't mean I was ready to conform.
Once we got to the club, she slipped back into her submissive mentality. Her eyes stayed on the floor while she sat at my feet. I ran my hands through her hair while talking to Sylas about the Thorne N' Vice International resort. He would be heading down to Costa Rica for a week to do his 'Fire and Ice' seminars. Sylas always brought a crowd; I wasn't sure if people loved watching people being lit on fire or if they just wanted to be a part of an unusual experience.
When the time came, Kole appeared and Storm slipped off with him so he could begin knotting her up. I joined them on stage as she stripped and he started his rope designs.
"Are you ready?" I whispered against her lips as the crowd began to gather. I checked to make sure Storm was completely prepared. Her arms were wrapped in Shibari from her fingers to just above her elbows.
"Yes," she whispered back. The rope was slung over the steel cage above us, keeping her arms high above her head. Her legs were tied to eyehooks on the floor of the stage, spread just the right width apart. Her ass and pussy were on display for Club Vice, just the way she liked. My little exhibitionist.
I positioned the glass wand near her instep. The humming got her more excited than any sub I've personally ever seen. I could see her struggling to remain still, but she knew the consequences if she didn't. I moved it along the curve of her calf, about an inch from her skin, the bright blue-white string of electricity travelling up her inner thigh. The buzzing and crackling sounds held the audience in suspense. It was nights like those that fueled my hunger for edgier play.
I watched the muscles tighten in her upper thigh as the biting sensation nipped at the sweet, tender flesh where her ass met her thigh. I swatted her other cheek and the sound of her moan caused my cock to throb. I turned the setting up just a few notches higher and moved it down her other thigh. Her breathing became labored and her moans became increasingly louder as the biting of the electricity challenged her submission. I reached between her legs and rubbed her wet pussy, my silent way of praising her.
Once I turned the violet wand back on, her body was uncontrollably welcoming. The crackling sound and dancing light against the inside of her thigh caused complete silence to reign over all who were watching. I moved the wand between her thighs and the light bit at her pussy lips. She let out an impressive scream as I held it there for seven, six, five, four, three, two, and one. I pulled it away. Her body jerked and she was gasping for air. Her legs trembled but her arms remained perfectly still. I parted her inner lips with my free hand. The crackling sounds gave her warning enough and her screams outdid the sound of the wand as I moved the strings of nipping, biting electricity from her clit to her entrance.
"Oh, Master Adam! Thank you, thank you!" she screamed as I teased her with the wand. I smiled as I controlled her pleasure just as much as I controlled my own. I took the wand away, held it close to her nipple, and turned to the audience.
"Do you all want to see her come?" I asked and the crowd clapped and whistled. "I can't hear you," I taunted, knowing full well the next time the light bit her clit, she was going to explode.
The crowd hollered, the applause and stomping rocked the stage. My adrenaline was surging, these were the moments I prepared for. I moved the wand back between her thighs and saw Storm tilt her head back, her hair falling almost to her ass. I held the button as the crackling bit at her clit and she shuddered and struggled through the overcoming sensations. Her chest heaved as she took in a gulp of air and let out the most precious sound a Master could hear, screams of uncontrollable ecstasy. Her body quaked and the ropes held her firmly in place as she shook and jolted with the powerful orgasm only a violet wand and electricity could deliver. I powered the wand off and the crowd was roaring with appreciation.
"I love you, Adam." Her gaze held mine as I released her from Kole's ropes. Her cheeks were blushing a soft pink, eyes heavy with satisfaction. I simply closed my eyes and nodded as I worked quickly to get her off the stage.
Once she was released, I picked her up in my arms and brought her to a private room in the back of Club Vice. Laying her out on the exam table, I adjusted the back of it so she was in a nice, upright, fuckable position. She placed her feet in each of the stirrups and kicked them all the way out to the sides. She was spread so wide, I took a deep inhale, smelling her desire. I watched her reach up to the top edge of the table and she thrust her wanting cunt at me.
"Fuck." My words caught in my throat as I took in the sight of her. Her outright display of surrender had me intoxicated. "Keep your hands up just like that, don't move," I warned, but I knew she didn't need the instruction.
Unzipping my jeans, I took my dick in my hands and stroked its hardness, while I watched her pant in anticipation. Her pussy still glistened from her own release moments ago. I stepped between her widely spread thighs and ran my fingers through her slickness.
"I'm so fucking hard right now, baby," I groaned as I thrust my fingers up into her pussy.
I watched her body go limp and she closed her eyes as she offered her body to me without reservations of any kind. Her soft moans caused pre-cum to spill into my hand. I removed my fingers and rubbed my Prince Albert over her clit. She moaned loudly through her perfect, parted lips. Before she came again, I placed the head of my cock against her entrance and sank into her, my balls pressing against her tight little asshole. I placed my hand around her throat and pressed against her trachea. "Bite your lip if it's too much," I advised. She opened her eyes to let me know I had her full understanding. She closed them again and I withdrew my cock and thrust back into her pussy, watching it stretch her as I pounded in and out. Every few seconds, I looked back up at her to make sure she was okay.
I kept my palm pressed against her throat, gently applying pressure as I pounded in and out of her pussy. She tilted her head back so my fingers were loosely lying against her silky skin. I kept my focus on her mouth as I felt her pussy tighten like a vise around my cock. I clutched her throat and heard her gasp before my grip took her breath away. My balls tightened and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I released the pressure against her throat and saw her look up at me.
"Fuck, baby!" I growled as I plunged deep into her pussy again and again. Her cries of passion set my blood on fire.
With one hand, I reached down and rubbed her clit hard and fast, just how she liked. I applied pressure to her throat again and watched her eyes roll into the back of her head. I felt the tightness about to strangle my cock, and with all the strength I had, I slammed into her pussy. With one final thrust, my cock released its powerful load; come shot into her, and just as I released her throat, she began to wail in her own pleasure. Her spasming cunt milked me for every last drop as her body began to settle.
I slid out of her swollen pussy and laid my head against her deliciously enormous chest. Listening to her pounding heart, I struggled to catch my breath, her fingers running through my sweaty, damp hair.
"Jesus, Storm, one of these days, I'm gonna catch a heart attack," I said between ragged breaths.