“May I?” she asked, holding up my cufflinks in her palm.

“If you wish.” I held out one arm for her. I’d never had someone dress me before, but I could get used to it. She slid the small clasp through the buttonholes before clamping it so it was secure. Switching hands, I watched her fingers as she fastened the other one. My cock was already filling from watching her doing something so caring for me.

Once she was done, she tugged my shirt closed and started doing the buttons for me. She glanced up and caught me staring with a stupid smile on my face.

“What?” She frowned.

“Nothing. I like you taking care of me. No one has ever done it before.” I shrugged as she did the last button.

“Well, I like taking care of you, so that works out good then.” She stepped back and I tucked the shirt into my trousers.

“Ready?” I sat on the bed and pulled on my shoes before tying them.

“Yep.”

Placing my hand on her back, I showed her to the elevator. I looked over at her and she smiled at me. How quickly things had gone from the worst day of my life to the best day.

I took her to my favorite restaurant and we talked about how things had been at work. I made sure to avoid anything that had to do with Mariah. Even the thought of her had me gritting my teeth, but I was determined not to let her ruin any time I had with Alix. I would handle her soon enough.

After dinner, I knew I had to do something I’d been putting off, but it was the only way my Dom side would be satisfied after learning she’d seen me as a submissive. I couldn’t let her think of me that way. She was my submissive and I was her dominant.

Parking in front of Scene, I turned to her and took her hand.

“Precious, you are to go into our room and prepare yourself for me. Since you don’t have panties I expect you to be fully nude and waiting,” I told her and watched as arousal filled her eyes along with curiosity. I knew she wanted to take it slow, but I couldn’t deny my Dom. He was roaring for me to reassert my control over her. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“No, sir,” she didn’t hesitate to answer me.

“Go. Now.” I released her hand and let her open her own door for the first time. Watching as she crossed the parking lot and disappeared through the doors, I made sure she made it safely inside before following much more sedately. She didn’t know it, but I paid her dues for the club. If I was going to be asking her to meet me, then it was my burden to pay for her. I’d started paying before she’d even known who I was and planned to continue to do so.

After giving her more than enough time to strip and kneel, I entered the room. I knew she wasn’t a huge fan of kneeling since it tended to hurt her knees, but I’d made sure to give her enough time to anticipate what was coming. In the apartment, we’d been rushed by need. My Dom didn’t care for rushing; he was all for dragging things out and taking complete control of her mind and body.

“Stand, Precious, and undress me,” I ordered her as I stepped in front of her. She’d followed orders and was on her knees completely nude, thighs spread, palms resting on them. Untying my shoes, she removed them, followed by my socks. She stood and unclamped my cufflinks, bending to put them in one of my shoes before dragging her fingers down my buttons. Yanking my shirt out of my trousers, she started at the bottom and worked her way up unfastening the buttons. Instead of removing my shirt, she dropped her hands to my belt. Once she had it open, she released my pants and followed them down to my ankles to help me step out of them. Standing again, she slid her hands over my skin from my ankles, up my legs and chest to move down my arms. The shirt fell to the ground.

“Excellent,” I murmured before grabbing the heavy leather collar from the dresser filled with toys. As I reached to wrap it around her neck, I noticed the absence of her pearls. “No pearls?”

“N...no, sir.” She bowed her head in shame. “I took them off when I thought you no longer wanted me.”

“I will always want you,” I stated emphatically. “You will wear this collar until I can place your pearls back on you.”

Her head snapped up in surprise. The collar wasn’t something anyone would mistake for anything other than what it was. It was a punishment in itself, but I hated her not wearing something to signify my ownership of her. I did own her, too. She was mine forever, no matter what else happened.

“Yes, sir,” she said after a moment.

I clipped a chain to the metal loop in the front of the collar, then turned toward the door.

“You will be getting that punishment I promised you so long ago,” I told her before walking out the door. I felt a slight hesitation from her before she followed quietly behind me. Once we entered the main room, I led her to the back of the large empty room with a solitary wooden bench that was larger than the spanking benches. I heard a soft gasp from her, but didn’t slow my pace.

As I turned to face her, I saw Gabe walk in and smiled wickedly.

“Anyone who wishes to watch is more than welcome,” I said to him. He nodded and I turned my attention to Alix. “Say stop and this ends.”

“I remember, sir,” she swallowed.

“Then lie down, beautiful.” I stepped back, letting her leash drop as I grabbed the machine from the corner of the room. Turning around, I couldn’t help but gaze at my lovely woman as she sprawled over the bench. Her arms were already over her head, ready to be restrained, while her legs were spread so her feet touched the floor. I walked closer, taking the machine with me, and I felt my cock elongate when my eyes landed on her bare pussy. It was already glistening with her eagerness and I yearned to taste it.

No, not until after her punishment, the Dom in my head barked.

Pushing the machine to the foot of the bench, I maneuvered the vibrating tip to her clit while lining up the automatic thrusting cock to her opening. I used two fingers to enter her and she moaned, arching her back.

Yes, she was ready for her punishment. Wet and willing.

“There is a dial here for me to control the vibrations and the speed at which you will be fucked,” I informed her as I turned it on. I watched as the realistic looking cock slowly slid into her and she cried out. “Feel good?”

“Not as good as you, sir,” she moaned and I turned the dial up, adding in the vibrator. She writhed, reminding me I hadn’t yet secured her. I was getting ahead of myself since I was so excited to watch her being fucked without my own orgasm getting in the way.

I used the leather cuffs attached to the bench to tie down her ankles to the legs of the bench before using the cuffs at the top to restrain her wrists. Returning to the machine, I watched as it filled her, then receded.

There were voices growing in strength and I looked up to find we had been joined by a crowd. Some were watching while others were being sucked or fucked. I reached down to take my dick in my hand and found there was a copious amount of pre-come leaking from my tip. Using the moisture, I pumped my fist over my cock a few times while watching Alix. I moved my hand lazily up and down since there was no rush to come.

Alix cried out her first orgasm and I smiled. As I knelt next to her head, she turned to look at me.

“Who is your master?” I demanded.

“You are, sir.” She bit down on her bottom lip.

“Who owns your body?”

“You do, sir.”

“Who owns your pleasure?”

“You, sir.”

“That’s right, now show me how beautiful you are when you come. I want this table covered with your come when we are done. You are mine and I want every person in this building to hear you crying out with the pleasure I give you — even when it becomes too much and it hurts, I want you to come again and again. No one else is ever to give you pleasure. It is all mine. Mine to control, mine to give.” I fondled her breasts as I spoke to her, causing her to moan and move with the machine.