“Morning.” Mariah smiled as she stood from her spot behind the desk when I entered.

“Morning.” I was surrounded by her perfume as I drew closer. “Any messages?”

“Not so far, sir. Would you like a coffee?” she asked, peering up through her lashes at me.

“Sure. Show my first client in when they get here.” I went to prepare for my day. Mariah brought me my mug filled with coffee exactly as I preferred it. Leaning a hip against the corner of my desk as she was known to do, she ran a hand over my shoulder.

“You have a busy day ahead of you. A lot of people needing your assistance lately.” She tossed her hair, bringing a new wave of her scent to me. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do to make it easier for you.”

She often touched me in one way or another and while at first it annoyed me, I simply ignored it since it was always a casual touch.

“Okay.” I dismissed her as I lifted my mug to take a sip while reading over notes from my previous session with my first patient. She waited a beat as if expecting more of a response, but when she didn’t get it, she left.

At lunch time, she offered to bring me back food since I’d had one patient run over on their time and was behind. I agreed and ate when I had free moments. By the time the end of the day rolled around, I was more than ready for my evening with Alix. The release would be good to help ease the stress of the day.

When I was putting everything up for the night, Mariah came in to let me know she was leaving and I nodded, barely acknowledging her.

“Sir?” she asked, making me stop and look at her.

“Yes?” I didn’t know why she insisted on calling me sir, but it was another issue I’d grown tired of addressing. She was stubborn, and really it wasn’t all that uncommon of a term outside of the BDSM community.

“It’s just…” She trailed off and ducked her head.

“What is it?” I grew aggravated with the delay.

“It’s just your… hair.” She smiled shyly.

I frowned and ran my hands through my hair to fix whatever was wrong with it.

“Here let me.” She held up a hand cautiously and I sighed and gave a slight nod. Whatever would make her let me finish up faster.

She stepped behind me and I tilted my head back so she could reach my hair more easily, since she was shorter than me even with her huge heels on. Her hand glided through my hair once, twice, and I felt a slight brush on my neck. I stepped away from her.

“That’s fine. I’ll fix it later.” I returned to my paperwork. I looked up as she walked toward the door.

“See you tomorrow, sir.”

I shook my head at her as I wrapped up for the day. Only moments later, I locked up and headed to meet Alix. She was waiting with a smile on her face when I entered the lobby. I couldn’t help but return the look of joy.

“Precious,” I said, and immediately took her into my arms. It was like taking the first deep breath I’d been able to get since I’d left her in the morning. “I missed you.”

“Mmm, me too,” she sighed, holding me as tightly as I held her.

“Let’s go before I take you upstairs, or we’ll never make it out tonight.” It was generally what happened. We’d go straight upstairs, barely making it in the door before we were naked enough to fuck against the wall or floor or any other surface that happened to be near. The few times we went to her house it was only after we’d gone to my apartment for a round or two and to pick up a change of clothes for me since I’d be spending the night at her place. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other, even when we weren’t having sex. If I had to work, she would have her feet in my lap while watching a movie. Our feet played when we ate and talked. I had to feel her against me in one way or another when we were together.

Threading my fingers with hers, we headed to my car. We each talked about our day as we drove to the club. I hadn’t told her where we were headed, but seemed to know from the way she squirmed in her seat more and more the closer we got.

“Mmm, it’s been a while. I was wondering if you were ever going to bring me back here.” She nodded toward the club when I pulled in the parking lot.

“Did you want to come back?” I held my breath waiting for her answer. If she said no, we’d leave, but I really wanted to take her inside, have her out of her element again.

“Yes, Master. I have been dreaming about it.” Her voice was soft, yet easy to hear in the confines of the car.

“Then let’s go see what I have planned for you.” I jumped from the car and opened her door for her.  Placing my hand on the small of her back, we walked side by side into the club. She willingly handed over her purse before we went to my room. I stopped her in the small dressing room. “Prepare yourself for me here. You have two minutes to be on the square.”

She nodded and was stripping out of her work clothes before I closed the door to the rest of the room. I went to the other side of the room and removed my coat. Not thirty seconds later she was entered with her head bowed. She moved in her heels to the padded square and knelt down. In just her garter belt, thigh highs and heels she looked fantastic and my cock answered by filling with blood and throbbing. Her hair was down, hanging loose, sensually dancing along her skin.

I grabbed the collar I’d only used on her once before and moved to stand in front of her. She still wore my pearls, but I craved a thicker, more obvious sign she was taken. Stepping behind her, I dragged my finger from shoulder to shoulder, pulling her hair along to drape it over one. I secured the thick black collar around her neck tightly enough that it almost cut off her breathing, but not quite. That pleasure was all mine when I chose to use it.

“Take off my shoes,” I instructed her as I moved back in front of her. I preferred to scene barefoot. She carefully removed one, then the other, before dropping her hands back to her thighs. “Socks too.”

Once she’d taken them off, I helped her to her feet and looked right into her beautiful eyes. I couldn’t stand to look at the top of subs’ heads and didn’t know why other Doms would want to.

“Remove my cufflinks.” I held up each hand in turn for her to remove them. Setting them on the nearby dresser, I rolled my sleeves up my forearms, then hooked a metal chain to the front of Alix’s collar. “Come.”

I led her to the main play room, which was filled with people.

There were many seating areas, but I wasn’t much for conversation when I had my sexy sub with me. Instead, I led her to a large wooden cross. A couple was currently using it, so I sat and pulled Alix into my lap. The last time we’d watched people use the cross Alix had gotten so excited, I didn’t mind waiting our turn.

“A little show before it’s your turn up there,” I told her, rubbing a palm up and down her leg, teasing the skin at the top of her thigh highs. “Watch them. See if you can figure out what I have in mind for you.”

It was part of what I missed about the club. The ability to watch and be watched. Alix loved it almost as much as I did. By the time the couple exited the stage, she was wiggling on my lap, rubbing against my erection. Unluckily for her, I’d taken a few moments in the bathroom at work to jerk off just before I started getting ready to leave so I wasn’t so on edge when we played.

While my control was strong, I also knew my limitations, and Alix was good at pushing them when she let me completely dominate her.

Taking hold of the leash, I led her to the cross with her facing it.

“Hands up.” I restrained her wrists with the leather straps attached to the top before pushing her feet farther apart with my own. Her ankles were secured with the ones on the bottom, keeping her in a perfect X to torment. I stepped back and smiled while drinking her in. Perfection — well, almost. I only needed to bring some color to her pale skin and it really would be. I grabbed a flogger that was nearby for just such a use. It was thin-strapped and would sting more than the thicker ones.