Of Being Yours[another way 2] by Anna Martin

seemed almost anticlimactic for me not to be fucked like this, or at least flogged, since I was undoubtedly aroused by having someone watch me. But we hadn’t agreed on it before we started, and there was no way Master would take my word that I wanted it when it was impossible for me to discuss it rationally. I knew I was affected by my subspace and that there would be more opportunities to do this again in the future.
    The crowd stayed to watch as he derigged, releasing my leg first, then my back, and finally my arms. The whole session had taken nearly forty minutes, and he helped me relax my cramped muscles with gently massaging fingers.
    When it was over, I knelt at his feet while he took a few questions. Then the crowd dispersed.
    “Nice work, Will. Well done, Jesse,” Laura said.
    “Thank you, Ma’am,” I murmured.
    She patted me on the head and followed the last observer out the door.
    Master held out a hand and helped me to my feet again, then had me dress before kissing me with unrestrained passion and need. “There’s no time,” he said on a groan as I palmed his cock. “There’s going to be another demonstration in here in a minute.”
    “Need you.”
    “I know, baby. I know. Come on.”
    The club had a seating area with a few low couches, and it was there he led me. Then he pulled me onto his lap. It wasn’t the fucking that I wanted, but it was one way for us to connect and review what had happened.
    When a tall dark-haired man approached us, I didn’t pay him much attention, although Will seemed to know him.
    “Nice to see you again,” he said, shaking hands with the other man, who looked down at me with a raised eyebrow.
    “You coddle him, Will.”
    “Allow me to respectfully disagree,” he said, pushing his blunt nails through my hair and making me practically purr with satisfaction. “Jesse just had his first public session, which he handled amazingly, and is currently riding a huge high. He needs this , not to be abandoned when he wants to be touched.”
    The other master raised an eyebrow and cocked his head to the side, a clear sign that he disagreed.
    “This is why I never strike up a more… attached relationship with my submissives.”
    “Not all subs get off on subjugation and humiliation, Alistair. Some of them are sweet and loving, and if you nurture that side of them, you get to reap the rewards.”
    “Well, enjoy married life, William,” Alistair said.
    “Don’t worry,” Will said and scratched the back of my head again. “I am.”
    I waited until he was out of hearing distance before turning to Will. “Can we go and dance now?”
    “Do you want to?” he asked. “If you’d prefer, we can just head home.”
    “Why on earth would we do that?” I asked, kissing him hard and fast.
    He laughed as he followed my wriggling ass to the small dance floor and let me grind up against him to the beat of the music. It wasn’t a gay club, not particularly, and I knew that the gay D/s crowd usually had their own clubs to frequent. There were only a few gay couples, Will and I included, that were part of the core D/s scene in the city.
    So when Cass approached us, I was slightly surprised. He was a big burly bear of a man with a contrastingly petit sub following him on a leash. I offered him a tentative smile as he shook hands with Will, and went to do the same to his sub, but the boy didn’t raise his eyes from the floor.
    “New pet?” Will asked with a smirk.
    “How did you guess?” Cass asked. “This is Pet. I’m taking him down to the Dungeon.”
    Ah, the Dungeon.
    We’d been there a handful of times, mostly within the past year. To be frank, the place terrified me as much as it turned me on.
    Whereas our regular club was part nightclub, part D/s display areas, and part private rooms, the Dungeon was a dark, appropriately dingy space where sex, submission, and sadomasochism all thrived. It was exclusive to gay men. And was regularly being shut down and reopened.
    Guys