Free OnlyatTheCavern by Anna Alexander Page A

when? He strove to keep his tone
casually interested. “What happened to her regular submissive?”
    “I don’t know all of the details, but from what I’ve heard,
she felt he had learned everything she had to offer and what he needed was
someone who could take him to the next level. She was quite saddened by the
entire ordeal.”
    “That’s great.” Jasmine was single? The thought sent a shot
of excitement through his body as if he swallowed electricity.
    Amaryllis raised a brow. “Excuse me?”
    Shit. “I mean that’s great she was able to see that her sub
required more and she cared enough to see that he got it. Not a lot of people
would do that.”
    The surprised brow lowered, and he felt his heart climb into
his throat as she hit him with that all-seeing stare. “Yes, Mistress Jasmina
always puts the needs of others before her own. It’s one of the reasons why I
love her so, but sometimes I wish she did take more effort with seeing to her
own needs.”
    Marco nodded, afraid that if he uttered another sound, it
would give away why he was really at The Cavern.
    “Come.” Amaryllis tugged on his arm. “This will be quite a
show.”
    Stepping into the main showroom was like walking into
another club. Gone were the flashing lights of the dance floor and the
pulsating exuberance of youth. This was where the adults played. In this room
maybes and innuendoes were dropped and promises delivered.
    Couples and trios sat upon couches or lounged on the floor
in various degrees of undress. Amaryllis brought them to a stop behind a
loveseat where a man and women were engaged in a hot and heavy lip lock. The
man pulled the bodice of the woman’s dress down to roughly cup her breast in
his hand where he tugged at the nipple while she squealed in his embrace. To
his right, a woman was tied naked and spread-eagle to a metal frame. Next to
her stood her Dom. At least, that’s whom Marco believed him to be. The man was
dressed rather pedestrianly in a while button-down shirt, gray slacks and suede
loafers, but he was most certainly in charge, with his arms folded across his
chest and a don’t-fuck-with-me set to his lips.
    As people approached his girl, the man would nod his
approval and watch with a feverish gaze as they fondled and stroked his
submissive. The girl writhed in her bindings, her moans muffled by the red ball
in her mouth. Another man crawled between her spread legs and fastened his
mouth to her pussy. The lips of her sex shining wetly in the low amber
lighting, and her tits jiggled as she squirmed.
    Marco felt his eyes bulge at the display, but a quick glance
at Amaryllis confirmed she barely gave the couple a bit of attention. He
swallowed against the rather prudish reaction of being shocked and scanned the
room for Jasmine.
    There she was. Waiting in the corner dressed in all of her
black leather and mesh finery. A short, flared skirt swirled around her hips
and a matching bustier cinched in her waist and pushed her breasts up to form a
shelf. Although she was on the short side, the black suede high heels made her
legs look impossibly long as she climbed up the three steps to the stage and
the couple standing at the center under a spotlight.
    “Who are they?” he whispered as the lights in the room
dimmed.
    “That is Mistress Madeline and her submissive, Megabyte,”
Amaryllis whispered back. “He purposely disobeyed her orders because he likes
to be punished. But she’s going to turn the tables on him. He doesn’t know yet
that Jasmina will be the one to dole out his punishment. Since they do not have
a connection, she won’t be swayed by his protests for leniency. He will also
see the price he will pay by playing his silly game.”
    Mistress Madeline instructed Jasmine to undress her
submissive as she twirled a long blonde curl between her fingers. Fully
clothed, the man appeared average. Mid-thirties, receding hairline, neither
good-looking or ugly. He was your average Joe about town. Marco’s