Chapter 38: Damian
Our nanny interviews are unsuccessful over the next two weeks. I'm back at the club most evenings and Lydia is growing grouchier each day.
It's the busy season with out of town travelers arriving in droves. I perform two basic scenes with experienced subs who don't need sexual stimulation. I'm ready to have my wife back and she's all I can think about. Lydia has no problem giving me blow jobs but we're both at the point where kinky sex is what we really need. Aftercare with the second sub is tricky because my cock swells with thoughts of my wife when I should be thinking about the woman I'm holding.
It takes three minutes to decide that this isn't working, so I fetch Celia a drink of water and hand over orange slices before letting her go to the bar to visit with friends. There's no way I'm doing another scene tonight. I notice a crowd gathering at one of the stations and decide to check it out before calling it a night.
"Damn," I mutter under my breath when I see who has everyone's attention.
It's Lydia-fuller, sexier, and more luscious than ever. My cock goes rock hard before I inhale another breath. Her thick red hair hangs down her almost bare back in glorious waves. She's wearing a black leather bra that barely contains her large nursing breasts. The black leather short skirt only covers the top of her ass and I'm not sure if she's wearing a thong or nothing at all beneath it. Damn. Her high heel boots end just below her knees. A softly rounded post-baby belly pokes out slightly and adds to the hot scene in front of me.
Lydia winks at me before giving her full attention to a male sub strapped face first to the St. Andrew's Cross. Gripping his hair, she pulls his head back and kisses him with aggressive passion. My cock doubles in size. She takes his bottom lip between her teeth and pulls slightly and I actually groan. She releases the sub's lip and runs her tongue up the side of his jaw. Yeah that one almost makes me come in my tight leather pants.
She's playing with me and she knows I'm putty in her hands. I stay in the background and enjoy the scene. Lydia takes a metal anal ball and cock ring from the tray beside her. She places her hand on her lucky sub's thigh and puts the ring around his balls. Next she inserts the ball into his ass while he squirms. Lucky bastard, I think to myself. His movement earns him a not-so-tender slap on his upper thigh very close to the cock ring.
Lydia backs up and admires her handiwork. She grabs one of her favorite torture devices and unfurls the three feet of leather. Fuck, just the image of her holding that whip is enough to cause an extra ache in my balls. Hell, becoming a sub is looking better and better. Yeah that last thought proves it's been entirely too long since I've been with my wife.
She rolls her shoulders before releasing the whip with a resounding snap. Her anxious sub jumps even though the whip lands nowhere near him. She glances around at her audience and stops on me. The look in her eyes is hot as hell. I nod and she turns back to her sub.
I love the way she uses the whip as an extension of her arm. Within a few minutes, faint red stripes appear across his back, ass, and upper thighs. She's catching him with just the popper, which doesn't actually hurt. He twists and moans because the fucker is turned on.
Her precision is impeccable and I realize she's probably practicing during her forays to the gym. The club is quiet at that time of day and I would bet she's using one of the private rooms. My wife has mad skills with a whip. She also has a way of entertaining an audience. They stand in thrall of her scene. God, I've missed this.
The whip portion of the scene is over as quickly as it began. Lydia lays the whip down before removing the anal plug and cock ring. She unfastens her sub from his bindings. Poor guy never had an orgasm. My wife knows exactly how to leave someone hanging.
It occurs to me that Raul, who usually helps Lydia with scenes, must be babysitting. If that's the case, I owe Raul another favor.
Lydia takes her sub's hand and leads him to a couch for aftercare. I receive another wink when she passes. Oh, she'll pay for that one. I move with her and stand at the side of the large planter watching my wife speak quietly to her sub. She knows I'm here and she takes advantage by rubbing oil over his body while they talk. The people here love her. She has a way of making them feel special even when her husband is standing a few feet away.
Finally, she wipes her hands on a towel and helps him stand. She adds a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Schedule with me next week, Caleb, and we'll work on a few things to help you. The front office will set you up."
"Thank you, Mistress Lydia," he replies with obvious hero worship.
She smiles and squeezes his arm. "Enjoy yourself the rest of the evening."
"Thank you, Mistress." He walks away with a smile.
I wait impatiently as Lydia gathers her whip and a few other props. I'm a foot away when she turns. I pull her hard against my chest. "Put those four inch heels around my back," I whisper in her ear as I lift her. "We're going to our own private playroom."
"Yes, Daddy." Desire oozes. She locks her legs around me and I carry her straight to my office. No one is dumb enough to stop us and we take the private elevator without interruption.
"Who's with Abigail?" I ask as an afterthought.
"Our new nanny."
That surprises me because we've found no one we can both agree on. "Do I have any say over the new nanny?" I keep my voice even, wishing I hadn't asked. This is no time to argue with my delectable wife.
"Her name is Raul and she turned in her application today. She has every qualification we want. She's giving notice at her current job tomorrow."
"Hell, why didn't he apply months ago?"
She offers a tight smile. "He didn't think we would want a gay man helping to raise our daughter."
The elevator doors open. "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. He's perfect and quite frankly more natural at it than me," I grumble.
Her smile turns mischievous. She leans in and bites my earlobe before adding, "Don't worry, Mommy has better uses for Daddy, and he'll be really good at what she has planned."
"Mommy's done enough planning for a while. Her Dom is making his demands for the next year or so and she'll need to wait."
"Yum, that sounds like kinky fun."
I don't reply, I just carry her to our private dungeon.
We both feel the wetness on the front of us at the same time. "Oops. Maybe I should pump first."
"Over my dead body. Seeing you run your hands over that sub's body is more than I can handle after leaving you alone for six weeks. I'm not waiting."
Her eyes snap fire. "I told you two weeks ago that I could play."
I lean away slightly so she sees my glare. "I have a special ball gag for feisty subs." She presses her lips together and doesn't answer. Smart little sub. As hard as it was to wait, I wanted to be sure she was ready. I watched the doctor stitch her after Abigail's birth and I wanted to be damn sure she healed.
The wait is paying off tonight.
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