~ ~  Ivy ~ ~

Flipping through my phone, I winced at the three missed calls from my mom. 

Fuck.

In my head I calculated the time difference between here and Canada, it was the early hours of the morning over there—what was she doing up at that time?  

Absentmindedly, my foot tapped on the dungeon's tiled bathroom floor as I considered sending her a message. 

Thankfully, my phone buzzed, distracting me. It was a message from Zack, my boss. He wanted to see me once I'd finished up here. Urgh, that couldn't be good.

Since returning to London, I'd been working for Zackary Coles, managing the public relations at Risk, an exclusive Kink Club. He'd offered me the job when we'd bumped into each other in one of his Canadian clubs.  Now, I say bumped into one another, but it's more fitting to say I was tied up... bound to a St Andrews Cross, butt naked having my ass paddled.

At first I didn't think he was serious, but once dressed and fully compos-mentis he made the offer again and I was happy to return to London as my family were already driving me insane.

Don't get me wrong, my family meant the world to me.  But since my dad's sudden passing, my mom had gone into overdrive making sure I was eating right, sleeping enough.  I could handle that.  

What I couldn't handle was the constant setting up of dates with guys from her local church, because the way she saw it, I should be ready to settle down and pop out a few grand-babies—like that was gonna happen in the next ten years—if at all.

Honestly, I couldn't see myself settling down, and certainly not at the grand old age of twenty-six!

So, here I was back in London and bonus, I got to see my best girl, Trix. Sadly though, we didn't share living space.  She'd moved in with her guys, Cam or Clarke, as I liked to call him and Finn. She was living the dream and I'd never seen her so happy.  

They'd offered me a room in their fancy new house, but that was a huge no-no.  They shagged like rabbits and as much as I loved all three of them, there was only so much fucking a girl could endure listening to!

There was a time I thought I was in love with Trix—what's not to love? Never got the nerve to tell her, but seeing her with Clarke and Finn, it worked out for the best.

And whilst I'd stayed behind in Canada, the three of them had started their own business, and it had taken off thanks to the help of their silent partner,  Olivia Peterson.   And repeatedly, Trix had offered me a job, but I was ready for a change.

And here at Risk—well it was different—good different.

For starters, along with the thrill of having a huge budget to manage the club's PR, I could also indulge in my sexual kinks and discover kinks I never knew turned me on. And the cherry on top—I got paid for it. C'mon, who didn't love telling people what to do—for fun?

My ears pricked up.  Was that a clearing of a throat? Were my two waiting subs getting a little impatient?

But I knew anticipation always intensified the scene. They could wait a little longer.

Checking over my reflection, today I was decked out in red leather. My dress kissed my ass cheeks, leaving my dark skin bare before my stiletto-heeled black boots started. The front of my dress criss-crossed over my breasts, showing an ample amount of my perky tits. Normally my afro hair, tight with curls, would be down and a little wild, but today I opted for straight and sleek. Up, I'd wrapped in a tight French braid hanging over one shoulder.

Right. Let the fun begin.

Flipping off the light, I headed back inside the Dungeon room—one of Risk's many playrooms.

And there, kneeling naked on the floor with their hands behind their backs, were my newlywed couple, Nathaniel and Sophie.

Working at Risk, I'd discovered so many possibilities.  One being, I was a switch.  Zack introduced me to Mistress Angela, a Domme.  And after showing me the basics, she passed on a few newbies for me to scene with.

And along with my newlyweds couple, I had one other couple, older, Mark and Janet, both in their early forties and one silver fox who insisted I called him Buttercup. He was an active member of parliament—but who was I to judge?

And here, now, I was Mistress Ivy.

My boots' heels clicked on the hard floor.  My two waiting subs postures straightened as I walked to stand in front of them, letting my eyes wander and inspect.

Eyes respectfully floor bound, I side-stepped to stand in front of Sophie first. Placing my finger under her chin, I angled her head up to look at me. "Tell me Sophie, has Nathaniel been a good boy this week?"

Her eyes darted left, and I clucked my tongue. "Sophie. I'm asking you, not Nathaniel."

Eyes widening, she jerkily nodded. "Yes, Mistress Ivy. Nate's been good."

Smiling, running my thumb across her plump bottom lip.  "Thank you, Sophie." I moved a little closer, lowering my voice. "Do you think he deserves to sit in the chair?"

The chair I'm talking about was a wooden seat shaped into a T, with a leather padded cushion where I liked to indulge in cock and ball torture. I guess to an outsider it would look like a weight lifting bench chair, but for the hole for a guy's meat and two veg to slot into. This allowed me to lock them in place by sliding down a wooden type guillotine, leaving no room for movement and when the guy got hard and their balls swelled, it made it rather eye-watering.   And to hold a guy's cock and balls in such a position meant they had to be very controlled or else it would painfully squeeze those family jewels as they got harder and over time, the sub would feel a numbing, tingling sensation...or so I'd been told.

Removing my finger from her chin, I sidestepped. Nathaniel was a switch too. But here, at Risk he got off with my control over him.  A police officer by day, I wondered what his tough colleagues would think if they saw him now.

Nathaniel's chest rose and fell. The sweat dotted along his hairline wasn't born from stress...no; he was excited. I could command him to lick the dirt off my boots and he would, without a flicker of hesitation... and adore me for it.

A girl could easily get off on that amount of power.

I ran my fingers through his hair, stopping at the crown to grip the roots tightly, just to add the bite of pain to tease. "Have you remembered my lesson from last week, Nathaniel?"

"Yes Mistress, Ivy."

Licking over my ruby red lips. "Be a good boy and repeat it back for me."

"Yes Mistress." His chest expanded. "The power of the pussy is to give life and pleasure, and we should never use the sacred name of a vajayjay as an insult. But worship it all times."

I pulled his hair, forcing his head to tilt back further. A smile tugged at my lips. "Good boy."

What he'd repeated back to me actually meant nothing at all. I made this shit up all the time.

Why, you ask? Just for the fun of it.

"I think you deserve your reward." I let go of his hair. "Up on the chair."

His eyes lit up. "Thank you, Mistress." He rose from his knees with such grace for the build of him. I was only five-six in these heels and Nathaniel here, well, he was touching six feet, two and although he said he didn't work out to build muscle, he still looked pretty good for a guy in his thirties.

Whilst my sub got into position, I retrieved the tape. Some liked rope to secure their subs—me I was still learning that art but for now tape worked just as well with the added bonus when I ripped it off, it yanked out all their hair—call that a freebie bit of pleasure for my sub. One that they didn't have to earn.

Securing him in place. I walked around to stand in front. "Let's get you ready?" I took his dick in hand and with a few good strokes, he was hard as stone as he hissed between his teeth. Squeezing, adding more pressure. My sub sucked in a breath as I leaned down a little so we were face to face.

"If Sophie here pleases me, then I will return and turn this beautiful cock of yours a delightful shade of red with my new flogger."

Nathaniel nodded. "Yes Mistress. Thank you, Mistress Ivy." And although the pressure on his dick would have been uncomfortable, his expression softened perceptibly.

Licking across his lips. "And what can we not do, Nathaniel?"

"Come. Only Mistress Ivy can give me that pleasure."

How true!

I straightened and turned my attention to Sophie. "Come, Sophie, it's your turn to please me."

Moving from the crouching upright position, Sophie dropped to her hands and knees and crawled over to me.

"Look at me." Sophie lifted her head and her pink lips curved up into a sweet smile. Sophie was quite beautiful with her long blonde hair, wide green eyes, small turned-up nose and the classical English rose complexion. But as with every sub I'd ever met, she was sweet on the outside with a river of kink coursing through her veins, begging to be dominated. My kind of girl.

"Display for me." She hurried back into her position, back straight, hands behind her back. "I've been thinking about you all week, Sophie."

I leaned down and rewarded her with a hard kiss to the mouth. A kiss that would tell her I'm in charge.

And what a fucking thrill it was.

I pulled back, biting her bottom lip to hear her moan. Letting it go, I moved my head back to see her lip a little swollen and her pupils blown.

I gripped her chin between my finger and thumb. "Show me your cunt, Sophie."

She spread her legs wide, using her fingers to pull apart those sweet puffy lips. Still on her knees, which would have been uncomfortable for her, I squatted down and let my hand slide from the centre of her throat down between her exposed breasts till I slipped past her fingers, holding her pussy wide open for me.

She sucked in a sharp breath as my finger circled her clit. "So wet for me."  Nate moaned in the background. "Have you played with my pussy this week, Sophie?"

"No Mistress Ivy."

"Good girl." I rose and offered my finger to her to suck. "You're going to eat me and you're going to eat me good and depending on how quickly you make me come depends on how many strokes of my flogger Nathaniel gets." I paused. "And you know he wants to be flogged—don't you Sophie?"

Without hesitance she moved in place, carefully hiking up my dress past my butt, she hitched a finger on either side of my red thong, gently teasing it down my legs, lifting each foot to remove it and set it to one side.  She returned to press her palms against my ass and then my sub girl went to town on my pussy, licking and sucking and swirling that tongue like a pro.

Looked like Nate would get his flogging after all.

~ ~

Two hours later, after showering and dressing, I made my way upstairs when Jon, from our security team, waved me over.

"Hey Jon." Jon tipped his head in my direction, letting his eyes dip to the young man standing next to him. "So, who is this bundle of cuteness?"

Jon opened his mouth, but the young man cut him off. "Ellis Jenson," he announced with an American accent and his eyes glueing themselves to my tits.

"Well, Ellis Jenson." Raising my eyebrows. "Last time I looked, my tits don't have eyes."

With no shame, he brought them back up and wasn't he your all American blonde, blue-eyed boy? I offered my hand. "What brings you over from the states?"

He shrugged. "I'm working here—just for the summer."

The bell went off in my head. I'd remembered Zack mentioned something. Smiling. "Welcome to candy-land. I'm just about to head up to see Zack. Why don't you let Jon show you around the place and I'm sure Zack will come find you when he's ready."

"Sure." Ellis half turned, but then changed his mind, turning back. "Will I be seeing more of you?" he asked with hope in those alluring blues of his.

I bit back a grin, and something told me this young guy was going to be a handful. Good luck Zack. "Trust me, cutie, you couldn't handle me."

Jon rolled his eyes. "C'mon kid," he grouched.

"Wait!"  I said, quite liking his cocky attitude. I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip and raised my hand, crooking a finger in a come hither motion. He came like a lamb to the slaughter. I stepped closer, pressing my hand over on his chest, splaying my fingers.

Jon chuckled as my cheek pressed against Ellis's, moving till my lips met the shell of his ear. "I've got a ten-inch pink dildo with your name written all over it." I bit his earlobe as I heard him audibly gulp. "Come and find me when you're ready to lick the ground I walk on."

I inched back to see his jaw drop. "Toodles." I slipped my finger under his chin and closed his mouth. "Take good care of him Jon."  I winked.

Heading upstairs to Zack's office, I walked straight in.

Fucking hell.

Zack was pounding the ass of his latest sub over his table. His eyes flicked up. "Heard of knocking?"

Pfft, like that ever happens. "You realise when you ask a stupid question, it's my legal obligation to give you a sarcastic remark?"

Give the guy his due. He hardly broke a sweat and his stride didn't falter with the interruption. I dropped my bag on the sofa and walked toward his fridge and pulled out a bottle of water.  Might as well stay and watch the show.  The man had one of the finest ass's in London.

Uncapping the lid, I knew he was close to unloading in his sub's tight ass.

On a grunted groan, he gripped his sub's hips tightly and his jaw clenched and the muscles of his neck corded.

I'd watched Zack fuck before and never did the man look so fucking sexy as when he was about to come.

And we have a winner.

Zack's head tilted back as his hips moved in short, staccato jerks. ... And a few seconds later, he stilled and his sub slumped forward, dropping his forehead to the table.

Zack cracked the sub's ass. "Did I tell you to move, boy?" he growled. The sub raised his head and Zack leaned over him, wrapping his hand around his throat. "Touch my dick again." Zack reached under his sub to grip his dick tightly. "Without permission, and it's a cock cage for you."

The sub's cheeks flushed, nodding. "Yes, Sir."

"You're not allowed to come this week. Now get out!" He gave him one last slap on the ass and the sub scurried off with his erection bobbing and not even trying to hide his smile.

Zack removed the condom and his impressive dick was still up for a challenge—the man was like his own nuclear power house. And I knew first hand what it was like to ride that warhead, having had the pleasure more than once. First time was to see if he was all talk and the second and third were just for fun.

But since I'd come to London, we kept it strictly professional. Plus, James, my sorta ex—and the manager of this place had a thing for him. He would cut off a finger to have Zack buried inside his ass.

I adored James, but he was like one of those sad characters in those books where the MC kept all their feelings for the best friend hidden and pined from a distance. But it was a good thing as Zack went through subs quicker than I went through cookies, and I liked James too much to see him get hurt. I think Zack knew about James's feelings for him and made sure not to lead him on, as he didn't want to damage their friendship.

Zack disappeared into his bathroom, flipping on the shower and climbing in. I followed. It wasn't the first time we'd had a meeting in his bathroom.

"What did you want to see me about?"

"Call your mother!" he shouted out from behind the glass screen.

"What?" He'd lost me. "My mother? I—"

He cut in. "She keeps calling me." His voice echoed in the small room. "Apparently, I'm working you so hard that you don't have time to talk," he added with a little snark.

Fuck.

I slumped against the bathroom vanity unit. The shower turned off and Zack stepped out, dripping on the floor. Picking up the towel, I held it out for him.

"Sorry." Wincing. "I'll call her tonight."

"Good, because I don't want your mom coming down hard on my ass, again."

I grinned. "What—Big Bad Dom, Zack is afraid of my tiny mom?"

He quirked a dark eyebrow, clearly irritated.

Groaning with a sigh. "Fine."

The guilt I felt about leaving Canada pinched my tummy. My mom now had plenty of time to worry more about me and my brothers. But I got the brunt of it being the baby and on a different continent. And my brothers all lived within driving distance. Hell, my brother Charlie had moved back in.

"Was that all?" I asked.

"Yeah."

I pushed up from the unit. "Oh, shit." I nearly forgot. "There's a kid downstairs, Ellis Jenson. I left him with Jon, giving him the tour."

Zack grumbled. "Fuck, shit.  I forget that's today. He's here as a favour for a friend."

"Cocky and cute, kinda like the sub you just kicked outta here."

Zack towel dried his hair, mumbling.  "Cut it out Ivy."

"Not my type," I wiggled my eyebrows.  "But maybe I might just play a little..."

Something shifted through his body, his shoulders lifted, his back straightened and a crease formed over his eyebrows. "Ivy, be careful."

Oops, my cue to leave. Reaching the doorway of the bathroom. "I need to get off early today as Trix is having her launch party tonight, and I need something new and sexy to wear."

"What? That's tonight?" He reached for a comb, working it through his thick black hair. "Why wasn't I invited?"

I swivelled back around to face his reflection. "You drool over Cam every time you're within two feet of him."

"Nothing wrong with appreciating art."

"Yeah, well cross him off your wish list, because it ain't happening, sunshine."

I heard him chuckle as I left him in peace, plucking my bag from the sofa. I pulled out my phone bracing myself for the conversation with my mom.

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A/N: Next update will be Wednesday 27th July and then hopefully weekly thereafter!