Club Manhattan (Club Secrets USA Book 3) (6 page)

“I can’t deny that your previous relationships with them and other people I know affects me, but I realize that it’s the past.”

“David, this is a perfect example of what happens in relationships with the age difference we have.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, everyone my age has a history, while at your age, you’re just starting out. It’s hard to forgive or learn to live with baggage when you’re twenty-two. If I felt that way, I’d probably never be able to have another long-term relationship.”

“Look, I get it that everyone has a past, it’s just that yours is so intimate with my family and friends. It’s awkward for me. But that’s not all of it, as long as we’re being truthful.”

Andrea was silent for a minute. “There’s more?”

“Yes. Even if your former partners were different, I don’t know that I want to continue living as you and my parents do. I want more commitment and exclusivity.”

Andrea was silent for so long that David checked the call screen to make sure they were still connected.
 

“Andrea, are you there?”

She sighed. “Yes. That’s just another reason for you to stay. You need to explore what you want, and it’s best if you do it away from me and your parents.”

“What are you saying?”

“Look. I’m not going anywhere, and it’s unlikely that my situation will change much because I’m happy living as I am. Still, I’ve learned a few things from you. Like what kind of man is dominant and what kind is abusive.”

“Andrea, I appreciate your honesty. You’ve helped me discover what I want for myself, too. I’ll see you when I come home for break between sessions. Should be in around three weeks. OK?”

“You bet.”

“Great. I’m freezing my ass off here on the sidewalk, so I’m going back inside. Just remember, you are my first love, and nothing ever changes that.”
 

The one final exam David really looked forward to was upon him. If all went well, he and Jessica would complete the course after demonstrating they had mastered the principles set forth in Club Manhattan BDSM community.

Each couple was required to perform a play sequence for the instructors. When it was their turn to perform, the Dom selected a piece of paper from a large bowl, which specified the equipment and behaviors they had to demonstrate. They could enact the scenario with their own set of preferences for how they interacted on a personal level, but they would be judged by how well they had mastered the basic BDSM procedures.

When their names were called, Jessica got up from her chair and kneeled in front of it, hands behind her back, right hand over left, palms facing up. She wore a black stretch lace corset with matching g-string thong. The bodice fastened in front with hook and eye closures the length of the garment. The bottom hem of the corset was edged in a lace ruffle, which matched the lace and ribbon garter and wrists bands she sported.
 

Although the corset covered her breasts, her white skin and pink nipples could easily be seen through the netting of the lace. The thin string of the thong was snug across her hips and disappeared completely as it dipped into her rear crevice. Her uncovered round, firm cheeks protruded beneath the corset.

David was shirtless and wore black cargo pants snug across his hips and ass. He stepped forward to pull a folded slip of paper from the bowl. He read the slip of paper, handed it to Tyson McVeigh, and walked over to Jessica.

He held his arm out to her, and she took his hand. When she stood up, she resumed the same stance as when she was kneeling, with eyes looking outward, but not at David.
 

“Come with me,” David said and turned to walk over to a station with a padded bench. Jessica followed behind him, walking with her hands still folded behind her back.

“You have been discovered to have disobeyed your Master. I was informed that you lifted your eyes to another on more than one occasion. Is this true?”
 

David spoke sternly, trying to hide his own pain at having pulled this particular scene to enact. He truly was not into physical punishment, so he would have to employ his best acting skills to pull this off.

“Yes, Master.” Jessica fell to her knees, sat back on her heels, and put her head to the floor, arms stretched out in front of her.
 

“You have already received several warnings regarding this matter, have you not?

“Yes, Master, I have.”

“Are you ready to accept punishment for your misbehavior?”

“Yes, Master.”

“All right. Before we begin, I want you to understand that this is the one and only time I will punish you for this misconduct. Should it happen again, you will be dismissed.”

“I understand.”

“Very good. Please assume the position on the spanking bench.”

Jessica pulled herself upright and stood up. She walked over the the padded bench, bending over it at the waist and pushing her rear high in the air.

David ran his hands over her buttocks softly. “You can choose to be flogged or spanked with a paddle. Which do you choose?”

“Paddle, Master.”

David walked over the a small table next to the bench and chose a wide wood paddle with a leather center.
 

He ran his hands over her cheeks again, more roughly this time. “What do you have to say for yourself, Jessica?”

“I’ve been naughty, and I’m very sorry, Master. I flagrantly disobeyed orders and raised my eyes on more than one occasion to Master Tyson. I deserve punishment.”

The sound of the first slap on her cheek rang out, Only David could see the redness that appeared, and he took a deep breath. It was a beautiful red mark on her perfect white skin. He raised his hand and brought down another swipe on the opposite cheek.

The slap brought forth a gasp from Jessica. “Yes, Master. Do it again.”

David gave each side another slap, slightly harder than the first.

She cried out. “Again, please, again.”

David began a succession of swipes on each cheek, but ran his hands over the reddened areas between each set of strikes. Her cheeks were quite red, and he was sure the marks could be seen across the room where Tyson and Dr. Sydney sat.

Jessica raised her butt up higher in response to his rubbing, as if reveling in the comfort he tried to provide. He noticed her pussy lips were spread apart and tiny beads of moisture had formed on her folds.

David threw the paddle on the floor. He put his legs between hers and pushed on her inner thighs until she was spread wide. “Your pussy is shiny with your juices, Jessica. Are you enjoying your punishment?”

“I enjoy your touch on my skin, Master. I cherish even your discipline.”

David pushed two fingers into Jessica while rubbing his other hand lightly over her reddened buttocks. He continued the motions until her hips rocked against the bar, and then he abruptly stopped all motion.

“Stand up and turn toward me” he ordered.

Jessica straightened up and turned around.

David put his finger under her chin.

“Look at me,” he said softly.

She turned to him, eyes filled with longing.

“I’m going to allow you a request. Pick anything in this room for us to play with.”

Her eyes lit up. “Thank you, Master!”

“Whisper your wishes in my ear.”

David nodded as Jessica whispered to him. He stepped over to the table and selected a blindfold. He came up behind Jessica and covered her eyes with the satin eye covering. He led her across the room to a large leather cushioned chair with restraints on the arms. He turned her around and guided her to sit, fastening her wrists in the cuffs.
 

He placed her legs into the leg rest extensions, which he positioned to spread her legs apart. He locked her ankles into the restraints and stood between her legs.
 

Every aspect of the chair was adjustable. The back could be lowered, the seat could be raised, and the arm and legs rests and restraints could be positioned to allow any range of movement desired.

David lowered the back and raised the seat so that Jessica’s pussy was the perfect height for his cock. He pulled aside the tiny lace triangle that covered her sex and pulled a feather from his back pocket, touching it gently to the tip of her clitoris.
 

Jessica jumped, and David had to use every bit of control he could muster to keep from laughing. He lightly dragged the feather down her slit and up again.
 

David’s cock was bulging against his zipper. He released his manhood and pressed against her opening while continuing to tickle her clit. After teasing her for several minutes, he kneeled down and brought his face and fingers where the feather and his cock had been.
 

Jessica’s hips raised off the seat to meet his mouth. David slid his hands beneath to hold her hot buns in hands, being careful not to aggravate the sore areas. He laved over her entire pussy, running his fingers and tongue through the maze of grooves, and her flower unfolded. He plunged his tongue inside while massaging the outside of her labia with his fingers. He worked the fingers of one hand up toward her clit and began pinching, first gently, then harder.
 

Jessica cried out when he he bit her, teeth grazing the outer limits of her pussy. He let go, and ran his tongue over the entire area once more. David stood and reached into his back pocket again. This time he removed a foil packet, which he opened and swiftly sheathed his his erection.
 

David stepped back, admiring the site in front of him. Jessica was writhing in the chair, lifting her hips, trying to make contact with him. She could move her body up and down, but her legs and arm remained firmly pinned in the restraints.

Her nipples were pert and hard, peeking out the lacey cups of her corset. She moaned as she moved her bottom as best she could, seeming desperate for contact.

He let her scramble for a few minutes, then he set upon her. Stepping in close to her once more, he spread her lips wide, exposing the center of her delicate flower. His fingers were slick with her juices, and he placed them in his mouth one at a time, savoring her delicious taste.
 

With a growl, he undid the front closure of her corset, freeing her breasts. David plunged his cock into her with one swift move. He leaned over her, putting his hands to her chest and covering her mouth with his. He took her mouth as fiercely as her pussy and squeezed her breasts hard, tweaking her nipples as he pounded in and out of her.
 

Jessica’s head sank back and David brought his lips down to kiss her exposed neck, biting and sucking, leaving red marks on her white skin.

Their humping had increased to manic frequency when David pulled out of her abruptly. He savagely unfastened her restraints, and lowered himself upon her again. Jessica took her now free arms and legs and wrapped them around his neck and waist. The sound of their bodies smacking against the leather seat rang out through the still room mixed with the noise of David’s groans and Jessica’s shrieks until David yelled out, “Jessica, come now!”

The sound of their humping silenced immediately. Jessica’s back arched as her hips came off the chair. David was sure he’d come out her other end, he was pressed so deeply into her. He felt her contractions against him as he released himself, and they cried out together. They held onto one another until their breathing returned to normal.
 

David got up and kept his back to the instructors, blocking their view while he zipped his pants and smoothed Jessica’s panties. He slipped his arms under her knees and shoulders, lifting her from the chair. He carried her across the room and set her down in front of their instructors. As soon as her feet hit the floor, Jessica resumed her kneeling position, arms behind her back, eyes to the floor. David stood, legs apart, arms crossed, and looked directly into the eyes of Master Tyson McVeigh.

McVeigh nodded. “You are dismissed. Final grades will be posted outside this room after all students have competed their final assignment. Please wait in the other room until you are called to view the results.”

* * *

Graduation day at Club Manhattan was unlike any commencement ceremony David had ever attended or partaken. No family or friends were invited. The only attendees were the graduates of the program and the two instructors.
 

David had never been more excited to graduate a school or program. For once, the event meant something to him, instead of being a routine acknowledgement or rite of passing.

All the couples sat in pairs, a change from the usual male or female groupings. All eight chairs were in a straight line.

McVeigh and Dr. Sydney sat a small table facing the seated graduates, certificates of completion stacked in front of them. A carton was stashed beneath the table, but the contents weren’t visible.

Tyson stood. “Congratulations, Graduates. This will be the shortest graduation ceremony you’ve ever attended. We’ll call out the names of the couples in order of placement in the class. The last two names announced are your class valedictorians, if you will, or the two students who scored at the top of their respective classes.”

David took Jessica’s hand and placed it in his lap, squeezing it tightly. He wanted top honors, even though he didn’t know exactly what the reward was. Dirk had told him the top grads were given extraordinary benefits for their accomplishment.

He held his breath each time another couple was called. After the first two were named, he sucked in hard. The second-place team was named, and then his name and Jessica’s were called out as the top of the class performers.
 

He jumped up and turned to Jessica, nodding to her to rise as well. He had to grin. Even on such a momentous occasion, she never broke protocol. He knew deep inside that her exemplary behavior contributed a great deal to their selection as the best. He led her to the table, where Tyson and Dr. Sydney handed them their certificates.

All the graduates now stood before the table and their teachers. Tyson took the carton from the floor and and placed it on top of the table. He gave each couple one wrapped gift. The boxes were different sizes. McVeigh handed the largest one to David and Jessica.