The next morning started out the same as every Saturday. Drake taking us both over the edge deep in to the endless abyss of pleasure. Both using our mouths to bring the other to that blissful peak, then again in the shower. Bending me forward till my hands were wrapped around my ankles, and fucking me from behind like a wild man.

Breakfast was a simple occasion of diced fruit and fresh juice. Drake not allowing me to use my hands to eat though, only him feeding me. Making the juices run down my chin all where he could lick my skin clean in its wake.

Biting onto a piece of fruit between my teeth, I tried to repay Drake the favor. Hoping some of the juices would run down his neck and naked chest so I could lick clean. Unfortunately Drake had other ideas pulling the fruit into his own mouth then capturing my lips in a fiery kiss.

After cleaning up our breakfast Drake nixed our time behind a closed office door. Instead pulling me out to the beach to play in the ocean waves. Snorkeling, showing me all the living wonders beneath the surface as well.

Mid afternoon we both decided we'd had enough of the beach heading back to the villa. Once we both walked into the open living space Drake lead me to the couch where a gift bag exploding with colorful tissue paper was sitting on the coffee table. We both sat down then Drake motioned for me to look inside.

I pulled the tissue paper out tossing each piece onto the floor. Inside were two boxes sealed by a cloth bow tied around them. Opening the smaller of the two first I gasped once I saw what was under the tissue paper inside.

It was a leather dress with a delicate soft lace along the sides and short skirt. The top was made with leather spaghetti straps that lead to a corset style bodice in the front. The skirt was barely long enough to reach the top of my thighs, so a matching g-string was in the bottom of the box underneath it.

I sat the dress down on the table covering the box then moved to the other box opening it. Inside was a pair of leather cuffs that went the entire length of my forearms latching them together.

Holding the shackles in my hands I gave Drake a questioning look. Wondering what he could possibly have in store for us to need these. He gave me a smirk before answering.

"I want to take you to a place called The Scene. It's a club here in Palm Springs that's owned by someone I know that I've been to a few times in the past. I've never played with anyone at the club, no matter how much they tried. Since we are here I want to go and play with you. We haven't got to play in months, and I can rub it in his face I've finally found what I was looking for."

I laughed. "Always so excited to show me off like a new toy aren't ya?"

"Not a toy Angel, the woman that has taken over my mind, body, and soul absolutely! I want them all to be green with envy from having you on my arm."

"Well then, how can I say no to that?" I whisper bringing my lips mere inches from his.

"You can't." Drake whispers back before claiming my lips with his. I let the shackles fall to the floor. Running my fingers through his hair holding him to me. We break apart short of breath moments later gazing into each other's eyes.

"Go upstairs and get dress, My Queen. I'll get ready in the guest room down here. After you get dressed look into the closet there should be a dress for you to wear over your outfit and some shoes. I'll meet you here in an hour."

I jumped up from the couch once he was finished speaking heading upstairs to do as he said. The sound of Drake leaving a smack on my ass following my departure.

I rushed into the master bedroom and straight to the en-suite jumping in the shower and cleaning the salt from my dried skin. Rushing through as fast as I could I finished my shower in ten minutes. Wrapping up in a towel as I step from the shower. Then remembering the items I was to wear were still on the coffee table down stairs.

Grumbling I made my way back into the bedroom and stopped short. Drake was sitting on the edge of the king size bed with the bag and boxes laid out beside him. He gave me a slow look of appraisal before coming back up with a wolffish smile plastered to his lips.

"You forgot these, so I thought I would bring them up to you. When I heard the shower I decided to wait until you were done to let you know I brought them up for you. Seeing you now with water running down your golden skin was worth the lost time sitting here." Drake said then got up walking toward me stopping right in front of me.

He ran his fingers along the top of my towel as he brought his face closer to mine. "Fucking perfection, Angel." He whispered before taking my lips in a light kiss. It was over almost as soon as it started. By the time my eyes popped back open he was gone from the room.

Shaking my head clear to bring me more into the present. I grabbed the items from the bed taking them back into the bathroom to finish getting ready. I blow-dried my hair keeping the locks straight then added a bit of makeup. Keeping my face light and natural.

I slid the dress and matching panties on making sure everything was tight and covered as much as I could. I unhooked the shackles an placed them on each of my arms. Then gave myself one last look in the mirror.

Satisfied I went into the walk-in closet that was attached to the en-suite searching for the dress that was suppose to be inside. Alone on the rack was a wrap around maxi dress that stopped about mid thigh. There was a pair of black flat on the floor underneath the dress to finish the outfit.

I finished getting dressed then made my way back through the bedroom down to the living room to meet Drake. He was sitting on the couch facing the stairs waiting for me. He stood up as I walked closer then grabbed my hand placing a kiss on the inside of my wrist.

"Ready, My Queen?" He asked looking deep into my eyes while his words whispered along my skin.

I couldn't find my voice to speak, so I just shook my head yes. Drake smiled then started leading us out of the house to the waiting car. The top was still open leaving us in the perfect night air.

The ride to the outskirts of Palm Springs took about twenty minutes. Down a dirt road lined on both sides by trees and water filled ditches. Then turning down the only opening along this road so far. Moments later coming to a stop in the middle of the circular driveway .

There was a small water fountain placed in the center of the drive. Small lights were placed several feet apart along the entire concrete area on the outer edge. There were all different types of luxury cars parked along the drive.

The three story building in front of me though, looked nothing like what I thought the club to be. Nothing like the exterior of Sinful Delight that's for sure! The place was a Spanish style mega-mansion feet away from the ocean.

While I sat there in shock Drake got out of the car and came around opening my door looking in. He chuckled snapping me from my gawking making me turn to face him.

"Are you sure this place is a sex club? It looks like some boss for the cartel lives here!" My gaze showing my disbelief clearly.

Drake full out laughed then. Calming down a second later he reached in offering me his hand to help me out as he spoke. "Positive Angel, but I'll be sure to let Dean know what you think of the place."

Stepping out of the car I wrapped my arm around his elbow as he shut my door. Then walking toward the double front doors of the house. Before reaching the door I had to voice my curiosity. "Who's Dean?"

"The owner of The Scene, his baby as he calls it. He opened the place about five years ago after he transferred here for work. He's actually the reason why I've been here this week. Needless to say he's heard all about you."

"Really? Do you two work together?" I ask him as we stop outside the antique carved wooden doors. Drake using the brass knocker to signal our arrival twice.

"He runs the southern division of my company, but I've been trying to get him to come back to New York for a few months now. I missed the fool an need his help at the office. Thankfully it looks like he finally agrees."

Miss him? Before I can ask my next question, one of the doors in front of us opens slightly letting the person behind it to peek out. Once the person recognizes Drake the door swung open all the way letting us in.

Drake sent a nod to the tall man built like a line backer as we walk past into the reception area. Avoiding the desk and matching giant behind it. Instead walking toward a door marked 'Private' leading from the room. He knocked once, then opened the door going straight into the room. Stopping in a sitting area facing a giant oak desk and rear facing chair behind it.

"Turn around douche bag and say hello. Forgot all those etiquette classes so soon?" Drake sends me a wink as he speaks with his cocky smile firmly in place.

"Oh how I wish I could forget Ms. Wallace and that damn ruler of hers. But, I won't ever be able to forget how she taught me to cum for the first time. It's simple impossible." The man that must be Dean said as he turned around in the chair facing us.

I gasped placing my hand over my mouth once I saw him. His face clicking in my brain instantly. He was the face of My Master D before I knew what he actually looked like. The stranger I danced with New Years Eve night at the party in New York I went to with Mel. The only other person who made me feel something beside Drake.

It was hard for me to remember the exact details of his face now, but the resemblance between Drake and him were amazing to me. Both six and a half feet tall with golden skin, black hair and eyes, and rippling muscular physiques. The only difference Drake was clean shaven, while Dean had a little more than a five o'clock shadows worth of growth on his face.

Dean turn a curious eye toward me at the sound of my gasp. Slowly his smile turned to one of amusement no doubt realizing we'd met before also. Using that knowledge to make a dig at Drake.

"Awe Cuz you shouldn't have. You didn't have to bring the woman I haven't been able to get out of my head since New Years Eve to me. I have every intention of coming back to New York no need to bribe me. Though, I should say thank you for saving me the time of finding her once I got back." Dean finished sending a saucy wink my way.

"What?"

"Cousin?"

Drake and I asked at the same time turning to look at one another. Forgetting in my shock the rules I'm suppose to follow a club with my Master. Dean bust out laughing while I slowly started to panic. Then Drake answered my question first.

"Abbie Black this is my cousin Dean Masters. Dean meet My Angel. Now can one of you please explain what he means."

Dean stopped laughing then. Smiling from ear to ear he explain everything to Drake. "It would seem we've already met at that New Years Eve party you were suppose to go to with me at Trump Tower. We danced for awhile before your Angel disappeared right after midnight. That's all, I was just joking about the rest."

Drake turned to me silently asking if there was more with his eyes. I tightened my grip on his hand shaking my head that was all then bringing my gaze to the floor. I felt him release a deep breath of air. Relaxing the tension from his body, and smiling again.

Dean rose from his chair coming around to face us leaning his back against his desk. Dressed in a charcoal grey suite and loafers he looked so much like Drake it was uncanny. He took my hand in a quick shake. Then released me turning to face Drake.

"So tell me, what can I do for you Cuz? You didn't come all the way out here just to show me what's yours. You must be in need of something, otherwise you would have stayed away. So, what can I, or The Scene, do for you on this fine night?"

Drake's smile was hungry as he asked his question. "Is the Back Stockade available in the main room for the night?"

"If not I can make it available just for you. Come on and we will go see." Dean said getting up from his perch and heading for another door leading from his office. Drake held my hand as we walked through the door then dropped it stepping in front of me as we walked further into the club.

The first floor of the club was massive. The entire space was open with pillars instead of walls dotted along the floor throughout. There was a bar along one wall with a small dance floor sat up at the end. There were two areas with chairs and sofas sat up for people to sit and chat.

There were a few pieces of equipment I'd seen and played on before at Sinful Delight roped off along the walls. Along with a few pieces I'd never seen before. The interior was dark, but modern. Dim lighting hanging on the walls casting their glow on the place.

People were scattered everywhere around the club. Some at the bar and seating areas. While a few others played on the equipment. All were dressed to impress in either leather, bondage gear, or nothing at all.

Dean lead us to the center of the far wall to a roped off area with a piece of equipment I'd never seen before. Stopping to talk with someone first. Once finished he turned back around facing Drake.

"It's all yours Man. I sent the DM to fetch your bag for you. He should be back in just a moment. Come find me once you finish. I'll be at the bar for now." Dean said then left as promised.

Drake turned to face me pulling at the strings of my dress to open it. Sliding the fabric off my shoulders and down my arms. Letting it fall on the floor next to my feet followed closely by a small duffel bag. Then placing his hand under my chin bringing my eyes up to meet his.

"Ready My Queen?" My Master ask fully changing the deep temper of Drakes voice.

"For anything, Master." I say lowering my eyes back into submission for just a moment.

"Excellent." Master says releasing my chin and taking a step back away from me. "Have you ever been strapped to a Stockade before Angel?"

"No Master." I say looking at the metal contraption that's anchored down to the floor.

The frame of the Stockade was made in a l-shape with the top beam bent backwards at an angle. There were three metal post welded to the center post. Two at the bottom on each side for ankle restraints, and one along the middle of the top post to anchor someone hands. At the top of the center post was a small head brace. At the bottom was a big collar attached to the frame to hold the person securely by the neck.

I gulped after finishing my observation of the device in apprehension. None of the toys in The Hole looked as medieval or frightening as this pint size thing. I wasn't sure why I felt this way about the metal object either.

Drake took both of my hands in his giving them a slight squeeze before speaking. "Trust me Angel."

Even though his words were a statement I still answered them like a question. "I do Master."

"Good." He said while moving me in front of the Stockade. Then turning me to face the mingling crowd.

"Remove your flats. Then gets on your knees and slide back until your feet and back touch the bar."

I toed off my flats then let my body melt to the floor. Crawling on my hands and knees into position. Sliding my legs along the length of the frame, and resting my feet on the back anchors.

Once my ass came in contact with the cold metal I laid back. Molding my back to the frame, and laying my head on the brace closing my eyes. I brought my arms behind me locking them together. Settled I released a breath full of nerves.

The feel of the fur lined collar going around my neck had my eyes popping open in mild distress. Drakes eyes caught my gaze sending me a look of approval. As he closed the latch on the collar locking me in place.

His body left my line of sight as he bent down behind me. Opening the duffel bag beside us and pulling out another pair of shackles. Placing them on each of my ankles and connecting them to the Stockade.

He unlocked my arms from each other bringing them straight down behind me. Securing both of my arms together, and locking them to the brace at the center of my back.

Master came back around stopping in front of me after that. Running his hand through my hair bringing my focus back to him. A predatory look of satisfaction on his face. While his other hand held up a silk blindfold for me to see.

"Let's give these people a show, My Queen. Remember your rules, and we won't be here long. If you disobey all these people will get to watch and enjoy in your punishment. Once I slide this blindfold over your eyes we start. Any questions?" His last word ending on a purr.

"No Master. I will gladly accept whatever's given to me." I tell him lifting my head as far as I can off the brace so the blindfold can be placed over my head.

When the light fades from my eyes my other senses heighten helping me determine what's next. I feel the tips of his fingers run down my face and neck. Stopping at the string keeping the corset front of my dress tight and closed.

With a pull the bow came untied, and the string pulled from the bodice. The edges of my dress were opened showcasing my breast for everyone to see. Master tweaking my nipples to a hard tip.

Masters mouth took over for his fingers. Sucking first one peak into his mouth followed by the other. Leaving both with a stinging bite that travels through my blood. Heating my body in pleasure as it went along.

While his mouth was busy on my breast. Master let his free hand travel down my stomach coming to rest underneath my small skirt. A single finger hooked into the waistband of the lace g-string pulling it down my legs. Stopping between the floor and my parted legs.

Master moved away from my body. Then the sound of metal sliding against metal met my ears. Next came a rustling sound from items moving around in the duffel bag. Stopping a second later attaching whatever he pulled from the duffel bag to the end of the extended pole.

It felt like a medium sized two-headed dildo that he placed on the end of the pole. Bringing the toy up placing it close to my core, but not letting the two touch. Master placed two clamps on my nipples to keep them hard and wanting.

I heard Masters footsteps coming around the Stockade. Stopping behind me on my right side. Then bending down bringing his lips to the shell of my ear.

"My Queen, how perfect you look right now. With your heaving breast and darkened nipples on display for all to see. Your dripping core bare weeping to be filled. All in its own time Angel. First let me tell you a story."

I cleared my mind of everything. Focusing solely on the words coming from Masters lips. Surrendering myself to the adventure he wants me to take.

"Not so long ago, actually the day before the start of the New Year. Two cousins were suppose to attend a party being held by their colleague together. The younger of the two couldn't wait to go, and see what fresh meat he could find. While the older cousin made every excuse he could not to attend. This cousin didn't care to celebrate. For it had been almost a month since he held an Angel in his arms."

While Master started his tale the two heads on the dildo started to vibrate. Neither parts of the toy was close enough to my flesh for me to really notice the toys change in speed. After a minute the rod holding the toy raised up an inch causing havoc to my core. Then lowering back down a moment later. Repeating the motion slowly after that.

"An Angel so pure and perfect she must have been made just for him. No way anyone he met at that party could even compare."

The post attached to the dildo kicking into another gear. Thrusting the toy shaft into my core one inch at a time. Pulling back out a moment later then starting again. While the first head of the toy centered its vibrations directly over my clit.

Sweat started beading out of all my pores. My body trying to climb that mountain of pleasure in desperate search of falling over that edge. Only to fall short in frustration from the torturously slow dildo.

"Simply put, they couldn't. Only she had long curly hair the color of melted chocolate. Skin the smoothest golden brown. A body molded from the pin-up Gods themselves. With a set of legs he wanted wrapped around his waist even then."

Finally the dildo bottomed out inside my core. No longer thrusting instead picking up speed and intensity in its vibrations. Goosebumps broke out on my skin. A shiver traveled down my spine at the much needed friction at my core.

My body was shaking as it raced up the imaginary cliff to its edge. Then falling just as quickly as the dildo moved exiting my core. I opened my mouth letting out a silent scream in frustration. Begging for the toy to start back!

"The oldest cousin didn't feel like dancing or talking with others. Not when he could stay home with his dreams of his Angel, and all the things he wanted to do to her. Like tasting the sweetness of her skin." Master stopped talking then.

Placing his lips along the pulse at the base of my neck, and sucking my skin. Releasing me moments later with a small pop. Then biting hard marking my flesh as his.

"Holding her ample breast in the palm of his hands. As he played with her nipples. Making the blood rush forward weighing them down in need." Master then brought his hands around my body tweaking the tip of my nipples. Both tips blood red and swollen on the outside of the clips.

"Coating his fingers in her candy flavored cream, and sucking each one clean." His right hand following his words like a command. Then bringing his soaked fingers to his mouth licking them clean.

The dildo still hadn't moved since before. My arousal though, had skyrocketed back to that edge. With his mouth, simple touches, and deep whispered words along my heated skin.

"Or the one thing he wanted most in his dark dreams. Listening to her scream his name for the world to hear. Claiming herself as his." As Master spoke the toy cock started thrusting back into my core. Taking a shorter pause between each thrust. Accelerating its speed and motion of the vibrator each passing second.

"Only the Angel didn't know his name, or he know if she was actually real. So saying goodbye to his cousin, he stayed behind with his thoughts. That night as he dreamed he replayed all the times they had been together like a movie. Making his blood burn and body sing from her imaginary touches. Taking her mind and body higher than it's ever gone before."

My body doing exactly as his words described. Bringing everything inside me to a massive center of an all consuming orgasm. I clamped my teeth together trying to hold off from letting these feelings inside me explode.

"Then after taking her with powerful strokes from his dream cock. Slamming inside her convulsing core again and again. The Gods showed the man a glimpse into his future."

Master paused taking a deep breath. Meanwhile I'm barely holding on to my release. As the toy moved like a rabbit slamming in and out of my core. Making my body convulse from head to toe.

He brought his arms back around me holding each of the clips attached to my nipples between his fingers. Then whispering so low I had to strain to hear him, he finished his story.

"The beautiful Angel, made just for him, screamed his name as she erupted in her climax. Just like you. Scream for me, My Queen. Let all these people know who you belong to." Master said quickly removing the clamps from my abused nipples. Letting the stopped blood scream it's way back in.

My body was officially done for then. Between the toy cock invading my weeping core, and the blood rushing to my nipples, I gave in and let go. Doing exactly as my Master asked I screamed his name for the entire club to hear.

Still floating on a cloud I felt Master place a kiss on my forehead. Then come back to whisper one last thing in my ear. "The same sound that haunted my dreams. Your mine Abbie Black. No matter who else you spent time with that night. Don't ever forget it!" Master growled with the seriousness in his words.

I sat there while Master released me from the Stockade going over his story in my head again. Finally breaking out into a smile with my final thoughts about his tale.

1. My Master was jealous he missed that party.

2. My Masters so good. He just made me climax in a room full of people barely touching me.

If I didn't fully accept it before, I couldn't deny it to myself anymore. I'm completely fucked! I can't stop myself from falling more in love with this man as each day goes by

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