I'm so glad you're all enjoying this little fic. Here's the next chapter, apologies for the delay... real life has been proving to be busy lately. Enjoy!
Chapter 7
Mal had texted Ursula and Vic that she would meet them at the club after finishing up some paperwork. She really did need a night out and the girls knew how to have fun. It wasn't like she needed to get home anytime soon, Lily was with her dad tonight and she was had the night to herself. She finished up filing in the files she had open and put them away.
Mal had plenty of clothes at the office, but she needed something that was appropriate for a club but didn't say I'm a dominatrix during the day. She found her black mini dress hiding in the closet and slipped into it draping a cape type coat over her shoulders. Her hair was already curly from earlier in the day and a little more scrunching was just what she needed. She amped up her makeup, giving herself a smokey eye and slipped on a pair of strappy heels before locking up and heading over to the club.
Ursula and Vic were waiting outside for Mal to show up. Ursula was in a green sequins dress that hit her mid thigh with stiletto boots on. Vic was in a black halter dress with a faux fur drape around her shoulders. They were standing off to the right of the door talking. Ursula noticed Mal first.
"It's about time you showed up." She said leaning over to give her a hug when she walked over.
"I had some things to take care of," Mal responded pecking Ursula's cheek before turning to Vic.
Vic had other plans, she cupped Mal's cheeks and planted one on her lips. Mal was caught off guard and instantly reached up to hold Vic's bicep to steady her step, moaning slightly against her lips. Vic broke the kiss with a smirk. "Someone liked that." She teased.
"Shut up." Mal countered, "Can we go in?"
"Sure." Ursula responded amused. They walked in, Vic snaking an arm around Mal's waist.
"Come on, Darlings. I reserved the best table in the house for us." She said as they walked over to the table towards the back with a good view.
After they sat down and ordered their drinks in addition to a round of shots, the other two turned their focus on Mal.
"So?" Ursula stated.
"So what?" Mal replied, trying to play coy.
"You know what, Pam. Come on spill."
Mal rolled her eyes, "There's nothing to spill. I was working, the same way you two do."
"Ah yes, darling, but you see I don't take clients back to my office for a mid session bath and then let them sleep on my couch." Vic responded.
"I take care of my clients. Since when is that a bad thing?" Mal said starting to get pissed off, regretting coming out.
"Sweetie, we're not criticising." Ursula started, she knew letting Mal's inner dragon out wasn't going to be pretty. "Pam, we will support you regardless of what you do, we're just trying to make sure you don't get hurt."
Mal took a deep breath to calm her anger a bit, "Okay, I know." She said, "I'm not doing anything, honestly. It was something she needed at the time. I pushed her too hard."
"That's part of the training, darling. Don't beat yourself up over it." Vic added placing a hand over Mal's, "That's all it was, business?"
Mal looked at her for a second before nodding, "Yes, just business."
"Okay," Vic responded, "Good then I won't feel guilty if I start feeling you up here." she added winking at the other blonde.
Ursula laughed, "You think with your vagina."
"Urs, you are lying if you weren't thinking that seeing her in this little outfit today."
Ursula looked over at Mal, "You look hot. I'll admit that."
"Not your type?" Mal asked.
"You're good in the sack, but no. I like redheads." Ursula stated.
"Of course." Mal replied chuckling slightly.
"More for me then," Vic added.
"What makes you think, you're my type." Mal questioned, raising her brow.
"Type, shmype." Vic said dismissively.
They continued talking and drinking. By the time Mal got home that night, she had effectively gone the whole night without thinking of a certain brunette. It did help that she had her friends there to tease her relentlessly and keep the booze coming. The three of them had been close for years and they always knew their relationship was much more friends with benefits than anything else, seeing as they were all single and made a living having sex with strangers, more or less.
The three of them had all gone back to Mal's place seeing as it was the closest to them and spent the night "researching" as they called it for more techniques. Luckily for them it was a Friday and they weren't due back to work until Monday. Giving them all plenty of time to nurse off the hangovers.
Mid-way through Monday, Mal was in the middle of her session with Robin. He was currently strapped to the bed while she was riding him excruciatingly slow.
"Mistress, please." He groaned.
"Please what?" she said raising a brow.
"Please go faster," he muttered biting his lip. She was torturing him.
Mal smirked, "Now where's the fun in that?"
"God," he groaned and attempted to thrust into her. She had the upper hand seeing as his extremities were bound down and was still holding the riding crop in her hand. She continued at a slow pace.
"Tsk tsk." she said and hit Robin on the nipple with it causing him to moan in pain. "Patience is a virtue."
"So is an orgasm." he muttered.
"What was that?" she asked.
Robin looked into her piercing blue eyes and swallowed, "Nothing, mistress. I'm sorry."
She took pity on him after a few minutes and sped up allowing him to cum before getting off and undoing the cuffs.
"Sit up." She commanded as she sat down on the side of the bed. "Alright, the rest of the session is going to be a little different." she started. "We're roleplaying. You'll get a sense of what it's like to be a dom, a little more hands on."
"You're going to sub for me, Mistress?" he asked suddenly.
"Technically, yes." Mal replied, "Of course, I will be instructing as I see fit. But yes, I will sub for you."
"Sweet." Robin exclaimed sitting up straighter only to mellow down when Mal gave him a look, "Sorry, mistress."
"Ground rules, you'll have access to anything in here. This is a teaching exercise so at the end of the day, I'm still in charge and can tell you to adjust as needed. If at anytime I tell you to stop, you stop. Understood?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Any questions?"
Robin nodded slightly, "Do you have any hard limits?"
Mal gave an impressed look, maybe he was better at this than being a sub, "No I don't. Soft limit on fisting but that's about it."
"Okay, and what's your safe word or are you just using stop?"
"Right…" Mal muttered, "Okay so here's the thing, I'm not going to use stop unless that's out of roleplay and I'm doing so teach. During, my safe word is dragon."
"Dragon, of course." Robin repeated.
"Alright," Mal said, "If that's all, you can dress however you'd like. I'll stay like this, unless you have another preference." She was currently in a leather dress that had gathered up a little around her waist.
"If you don't, taking that off might make it easier." Robin commented.
Mal gave him an amused look, "Okay then." She stood up and turned her back to him. "Unzip me."
Robin got up, sweeping her blond hair over her shoulder and slowly dragging the zipper down her back before helping her get out of the dress leaving her naked in front of him. He kissed her shoulder before moving her hair back.
"Staying like that?" she asked.
"No." Robin replied, "I'm going to go put my jeans on."
Mal nodded as he walked out. He came back a few moments later wearing only his jeans.
"Alright, as of now you have lead." Mal said sitting back slightly watching him.
"Perfect." Robin said walking over to her. "I want you over by the wall first." He said walking her over, "And we're sticking with your rule, no orgasms until I say so." he add winking at her as they got to the wall and he started to bind her wrists and ankles into place. He noticed a ring she had on with a button and lightly touched it. "What's this?"
"Insurance." Mal responded as she moved a little to get comfortable.
"Insurance?" Robin repeated.
"On the off chance you turn out to be a sociopath, I need a way to call security since I'm letting you tie me up and have your way." She explained.
Robin raised his eyebrows, "I'm not… I hope you don't… is that what you think?" He stuttered looking at her.
"Of course not, Robin. If I thought you were a sociopath, I would have gotten rid of you weeks ago. This is protocol. To protect the staff." She said wishing her hands weren't bound, the dom in her wanted to comfort him right now,
but she needed to get back in touch with the sub qualities the ones that had been stuffed down for years.
"Oh, okay." Robin replied, "Let's get started. You can call me sir." He said as he walked over to grab a flogger and a few clamps.
I know, I know... I ended on that. Next chapter will pick up exactly where this left off so you'll get to see Sub Mal... or as close to Sub as she'll get.
