City Of Need

13 💜 Just You & Me

We're back at Unleashed. The club feels a world away from how it felt last time. I mean - I still feel like prey - I'll always feel like prey in this situation. But - these are our people. They know the rules. And on the end of your chain, strutting into the club, two steps behind you, everyone knows I am YOUR leash candy.

You lead me to our booth. There's a little gold reservation sign on the table. It says 'Hendricks' on it. I bristle slightly at that, pout a bit too. Fucking men - they think they own everything. I thought this was our booth.

I huff and put my hand on my waist like a grumpy tea pot as I stare across the club, my side to you refusing to make eye contact.

You tug at my leash, reminding me that I'm on the end of it.

'Is that a pout on your face, Violet?' Your voice is low.

I make just the tiniest stamp of my foot. I can't help it. I'm fucked off with men always getting their own way about everything. It's absolute bullshit.

Your voice is louder now. 'Violet,' you warn. 'Did you just stamp your foot?'

I huff louder, because, well, fuck this.

You're right next to me now and the leash is slack, 'Violet! Did you just roll your eyes?'

My stomach drops at how deep your voice is.

'Look at the other side, Violet,' you say as you pass me the gold reservation sign.

I take it from you and look at the other side. Engraved in a beautiful script, it says, '& Violet.'

I smile at you, and you say softly, 'Just me and you now, Violet.'

'Just me and you,' I say back. 'At least for a little while.'

You laugh at that, laugh at me always keeping our options open. We are not a conventional couple. We don't have a conventional relationship. We are artists, and life is our art studio. We can make it however we want it to be. And right now, we are making our own kind of art... together.

You sit down and pat the bench beside you. I sit close to you. Our thighs touching. Since the whole show with Katarina- the risk of losing you, the relief of keeping you, her finding a new path, I've felt like I've been spinning on a moving dance floor, suspended over the edge of a cliff. Finally the spinning has stopped.

It's just me and you, and I feel grateful for us and for our relationship.

You wrap your arm around my shoulder and say, 'You do know I'm going to have to punish you, don't you, Little One.'

I smile, drop my eyes to your lips, and say, 'Yes Daddy. I know.'

A spotlight is roving the room. Momentarily exposing couples as they watch a girl on the stage, locked into stocks, getting her ass pounded by her dom's hand.

The smacking sounds and her whimpers have my pussy pulsing. I squirm on the bench, feeling myself getting wetter. I can feel your eyes on me, so I keep my eyes on the stage. Trying to pretend I'm not sitting in a puddle of my own desire.

How must it feel to be that woman? Everyone watching. How must her ass feel, turning red with the spanking? I press my thighs together, lean forward, desperately trying to make out if there are hand prints forming on her ass.

You clear your throat beside me. Lean into me and say, 'You alright there, Little One?'

I feel caught out, embarrassed. A blush paints its way across my face and I say, 'Fuck off, Hendricks,' and turn back to watching the couple on the stage.

Your hand is on my thigh, pulling it apart from the other one. I let you. My body yearning for your touch. Your hand travels up my thigh, and this time I open them further myself.

I need you, need your hands on me. 'Please...' I moan. Already out of control of my words, my body, even my breathing.

'What's that Little One?' Your voice is soft, interested.
That strange tone - the one that hypnotizes me - makes me beg and plead- talks me through all manner of filth and desire, love and reparation.

'Please...Daddy...' I moan, my back arching, head pushing into the back of the bench.

Your hand moves higher, slides inside my panties.

I moan, whimper, gasp...'Please, please....Daddy. I need you... I need you.... I love you.'

Your hand slides between my folds and every nerve ending in my pussy vibrates with the hum for your love.

My hips are pushing forwards, my pussy grinding on your hand.

'Fuck,' I hear you groan.

'Mmmmm.... Please...... Daddy..... ohhhhh......please....'

Your fingers strum against my clit and heat traverses up and down the inside of my thighs, then whips up my spine, as my nipples push against my shirt and my back arches further.

'Please... please... Daddy...'

'Do you want to come, Little One?'

'Mmmmm.....' I lose access to my words as your fingers enter me, dragging along my walls.

Every other sound and sight bleaches out to nothing. I can only hear your voice, only feel your touch...Nothing else exists.

And then I hear you say, 'Come for me, Baby Doll. One...'

Every cell of my body is on the edge of the cliff, waiting to hear three.

'Two....'

I hover on the edge of everything, 'Please,' I gasp, 'Please let me... Daddy..' I can barely get the words out, as I desperately try and keep my body on the before part of the line.

'Three.'

I buck on your hand, I swear I must be screaming, all the physical feelings running out of my mouth, too much for my body to contain. 'Fuckkkk,' I scream, 'fuck...' I'm coming so hard that I feel as if I'm going to turn completely inside out.

My body just keeps going and going and going... In the background I hear you say, 'Good girl... That's my girl... Yes Little One... I've got you...'

And these encouragements serve to draw out my pleasure, until my body slumps back in the chair, and I enter the after part of the line. I roll my head to the side, and, still panting, I say, 'Fuck Daddy. I came hard.'

You smile, the cat that's got the cream, and then you put your fingers in my mouth, and say, 'I'm not done with you yet, Little One.'

I am bathed in spotlight as the woman on the stage says, 'Hello Violet, I believe you have been a very very bad girl.' Then she pats the brown suede vintage vaulting box next to her.

'Oh god, no,' I say and shake my head.

You smile and say, 'Come on Little One. We need to show everyone just how much of a brat you've been...'
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Hi Wild Ones,

This story will be continued in my next episode. I hope to write it over the next couple of days. 💋

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For the mirror of this story, written from Hendricks point of view, please visit aGentcalledHendricks The episode that relates to this one is 'We Own The Night.' 🪞🪩

With Love & Other Things,
Always,
Violet 💋🖤💋