Chapter 196: Machala

Angela was beautiful. In a bikini, her large belly only added to her allure. Jewel walked in behind us as Angela drew me to a bedroom. Jewel's beauty was different than Angela's. The scar on her face surprised me at first. In L.A., plastic surgeons specialized in removing anything that distracted from someone's beauty. Jewel's scar only emphasized her strength. She appeared shy and I found it interesting that she shared a triad relationship.
Angela pulled us both into the room, closed the door, and laid full length on the bed. "Sorry, but my belly needs a rest and lying on my side is the only relief I get. "Get comfortable so we can grill you for a bit."
I knew in most situations I came across as a bitch and I really wanted to start on the right foot with Luke's friends. Outside of D/s, I spoke my mind and had the ability to leave people shaking in their boots without much work. I exhaled a breath I hadn't realized I held. I could do this. I sat on the side of the bed and met Angela's eyes.
She spoke before I could say anything. "Thanks for putting Lefty out of his misery. We've been waiting to meet you."
Both women were smiling ear to ear. "I'm surprised he mentioned me. We've been separated for six months and even before that our relationship was not boyfriend girlfriend material." I wouldn't lie to them, and a part of me wondered if a different woman, and not me, had these two excited. My stomach clenched at the thought.
"Luke wasn't exactly forthcoming with your name, but the band gossips like a bunch of old women. Luke's never brought one of his um, ah, subs around." Angela looked uncomfortable and I realized it was the mention of the word "sub" that had her nervous.
"Yes," I smiled. "I was his submissive, but as of last night, we're dating."
"Dating?" This came from Jewel.
I decided to relax and give a little. I shrugged off my reserve and it felt good. "Surprised me too. Luke showed up in my office last week and asked me on a date." I pulled my bag from my shoulder and into my lap. "Just dating isn't working for me and I kind of brought something to knock him off his dating stride, but I'm not sure it's appropriate."
"For these guys anything's appropriate," Angela said with a laugh. "Let's see it."
I pulled the red straps out of my bag. My suit was a cross between fetish gear and a stripper costume. The red latex covered me and added some extra straps for a Dom's imagination, including one that circled my neck. I'd bought it for a fetish party at a local club, but ended up losing my nerve and not attending. Being the ice queen could only take me so far. This suit said in no uncertain terms-dominate me until I burn.
Jewel and Angela were laughing so hard I couldn't help joining in. When I finally gained control of myself I began changing. Outside of D/s, I wasn't comfortable being around people while naked. But they were dressed skimpily enough that it didn't bother me to undress in front of them. Besides, I ended up needing some help with the suit.
Angela adjusted the straps so my boobs fit in. "You know you would make a good Domme if you added some high boots and a whip."
Jewel gave me an appraising look. "It's waterproof isn't it? Because if it shrinks, you're in trouble."
"I got it out of a swimsuit catalog, so I'm hoping shrinkage isn't a problem." I turned and looked in the mirror. Everything vital was covered, mostly. Faint yellowish bruises showed on the backs of my thighs and ass, but it didn't bother Angela and Jewel, or at least neither commented on it.
Angela stretched out on the bed again. "I'm trying to figure out where the ice queen comment in the newspaper article came from. Well, besides the obvious play on your last name."
My laugh wasn't quite so lighthearted this time. "I'm a bitch in the business world. It comes with the territory in a male-dominated industry. Things are getting better, but change happens slowly at the top and I challenge the powers that be. My glacial demeanor intimidates plenty of people. Don't tell anyone it's all an act."
They both smiled.
"May I ask you something?" This came from Jewel.
For the first time in my life, and with two women I barely knew, I didn't feel I needed to hide who I was. Though I loved Danny and Becky, I minded my P's and Q's with them. They didn't understand my lifestyle. I answered Jewel with a true grin. "Sure, pretty much anything. You just saw me naked." It stunned me when she blushed.
"I'm new to the kink world. Being with Matt and Stephon has changed my life. Please don't take this wrong, but if you kick ass at work, what makes you submissive?"
My sexual tendencies would surprise the people in my portion of the business world. I hid my lifestyle for two reasons. One was that it wasn't socially acceptable. The other had to do with more than submission. I was impressed that Jewel asked. "I'm not just submissive, I'm a masochist. I can't get off without pain. I need domination too. I've met masochists who don't need the domination. They're fine with just pain. A few even separate it from sex. For me it's all rolled into one. I started in the lifestyle when I was nineteen. It was the first time I wasn't made to feel like a freak. It took a little time to find what I needed, but for the first time I had control over my desires. I haven't looked back and I make no excuses."
I could tell that Jewel was digesting what I told her. She finally asked another question, "Did you always need pain with sex?"
I tried talking about my desires to Danny once. He wasn't exactly opened-minded, though he tried. This was different. "Actually, something was missing from my first two sexual encounters and I didn't get off. I had no idea why. Then I met a kinky guy in college and he gave me an orgasm on our first encounter. He was a spankophile."
"So if I like pain, I might be a masochist?"
This had me smiling. Most of her skin showed and I saw no signs of bruising, though it was more her question that had me knowing she wasn't a pain slut like me. "Probably not, but who knows. You obviously trust Matt and Stephon. See how far they'll take you. Pleasure smudges the line with pain during sex. For me, I want the pain up front and center. It turns me on and that's when I need sex."
She nodded. "Thanks. I'll discuss it with Matt and Stephon. Do you mind if I share what you told me?"
"No." Because I knew Luke trusted them.
Angela, who had remained quiet during this talk, spoke up. "If you do find that you like lots of pain, hold off getting pregnant. I'm horny all the time and Krispin barely gives me what I need. I'm not made of glass, but he thinks so."
"So noted," Jewel said as she reached across and rubbed Angela's belly.
Babies weren't for me. I decided long ago that I would never have children. Luke and I hadn't discussed it, but he didn't seem like daddy material either. Not that he would make a poor father, just that he didn't appear to live a life that children would fit into.
"It's now or never. How do I look?" I turned so they could both see my ass and the backs of my legs.
"Delicious," Angela said with a sigh.
Jewel wasn't as comfortable with the evidence of my kink. "I'm not sure how to answer that."
"Don't worry about it. I'm hoping for more before I go to bed tonight. I have a feeling Luke means for me to suffer until I beg him to abuse me." Now I laughed again. "I practically did a week ago and this past week has been hell."
"I'll show you the door to our dungeon in case he blows a fuse and you need some place private. Just run in there and hide and I'll give him your whereabouts."
Angela had us all laughing when we left the room and made our way through the house. She pointed out the door to the dungeon, explained the layout, and where best to hide. We continued to the backyard.
The look on Luke's face was priceless and Rocky's loud whistle was icing on the cake. Luke's face was red and it was impossible not to give him my best devilish smile. He walked over, grabbed my hand, and pulled me back inside the house. Good-natured laughter followed us inside. My back hit the wall as Luke lifted both my hands and locked them above my head using only one hand. The other went to my chin locking on my jaw with a tight grip.
"You are in so much trouble."
I licked my lips nervously and Luke smiled his most intimidating sadistic grin. Shit.
His lips came down hard on mine. Being denied his mouth for so many months was excruciating. He kissed like he did everything else. Luke took. Took my will, took my breath, and took my soul. He held my jaw-bit, sucked, and ran his tongue across my lips. He pulled back with my lower lip between his teeth, his eyes a burning black if that was possible. God I loved him.
I spoke softly, but I had to know, "Why didn't you kiss me?"
He understood I meant the weekends I spent at his home. He shrugged. "I've rarely kissed subs, but with you it's different. My kiss with Wade that day was part of your punishment. When I kiss you, I drink your everything. You let me inside and it's more than when I pierce your body with mine. I didn't know how desperately I needed that from you."
What could I say? His vulnerability was heart stopping. "Kiss me again, please?"
He didn't give me his cruel smile or make me wait. He drank me in until there was nothing left but a desire so strong it was painful. When he pulled back this time, he released my hands and jaw at the same time. "I can't wait to punish you for this swimsuit."
God yes. "Please."
"You're getting toppy. I'll take care of that too." His fingers went between my legs and he slid two beneath my suit. I was wet and ready when he pushed them slowly inside. I went to my toes, his fisted hand achingly pushing against my pussy as his fingers drove me wild. He removed them and lifted his hand to my mouth. I would have sucked on them, but he used my juice to moisten my lips before kissing me again. I almost died from the need for pain, and I wanted him to fuck me hard.
He didn't.