The Wasp's Wife

Married to the Boss

"You look hot enough to fuck right here and now." I mewled to my husband, catching sight of him as he came walking down the hall towards me.

He was wearing black faux leather platform boots that allowed him to tower over me even more so than usual. A little smirk formed at the edge of his lips, he loved how much he drove me wild.

"I'm not even close to being dressed up for tonight. That was my next stop." He informed me, looking down at his black long sleeve shirt and matching vinyl pants.

"Let me guess, a suit?"

"Are you trying to tell me I wear suits too often? If you don't like it, I can make sure you don't ever have to see me in a suit again." Chris wondered, knowing damn well that I was a complete sucker for him in suits.

"Don't be a smartass." I scolded him, sneaking past him to grab my water bottle.

"Do you want a red ass?" He snapped back, staring me down.

"Yes please!" I exclaimed, lighting up like a christmas tree.

"You're a little too horny for your own good." Chris snickered, capturing me in his arms and smothering me in kisses, trailing them from the nape of my neck up to my jawline. In no time at all his right hand found itself snaking its way down the hem of my skirt.

The soft little moan that I let out only prompted him further, and I sank back against his chest as his fingers brushed against my sex. Biting my lip, I tried to silence my little squeaks and moans and pleasure while he began to ravish me.

"We have enough time to go and have a fabulous quickie." I whispered, resting my hand against his growing bulge in his pants.

"You want to feel this cock inside of you so badly, my little whore. You want to feel me cum in you and watch as well as feel it slowly trickle down those gorgeous thighs of yours." Chris growled in my ear, sliding his index finger all the way into me.

"No! No fucking cocks out, get your hand off his dick and Chris get your hand away from her pussy. This is her first night working on the floor, and she's going to look nice and professional." Balz growled, slamming the door open and barging into our room.

As much as I hated to admit it, he looked rather handsome in his own suit that he adorned tonight. Not as good as Chris would look, but certainly not bad. Balz grabbed my wrist, instructed me to say goodbye to Chris and whisked me past him and out the hall.

"Hey!" I yelled in protest, pulling against his arm.

"Don't give me shit, tonight I'm in as much control of you as your husband per our contract. You can fuck mcdreamy when the night is done. I see one finger touch his pants tonight, you won't sit for a week."

That shut me up pretty quickly and like a little child giving into the sad fact that they won't be getting that candy bar at the checkout lane, I hung my head and followed him down to the main floor. I saw Trinity walking through the front door and she smiled, quickly waving to me as she took a left and headed towards the performance room. She and two other girls who I had yet to meet would be dancing on the poles tonight. I still hadn't gotten over my embarrassment of falling on my ass countless times with her in practice. Tonight I'd deal with mixing drinks, and maybe in the future I could move into something different.

I mean, I wasn't exactly rushing to dance in front of men that weren't Chris, but I understood why people came to this club. It was great atmosphere that catered to all sorts of folks involved in the BDSM community that allowed them to relax and mingle and still enjoy the beauty of women. There were clubs that allowed their guests to have sex in them, but Chris and the guys created a classier experience. This wasn't a club to come and fuck in, it was for dominants and submissives alike to connect, share ideas, share stories, journeys, tips and tricks. It was the coolest grouping of individuals because we all understood where one another was coming from. No one here would judge us for wanting to dominate and or submit to another human.