The Club 2: Uncollared (Siren Publishing Classic) Read online

  Antony came over to her, and she could see he was wondering at the look that had passed over her face They were becoming very close to each other so it had probably surprised him to see a frightened look on her. “What has frightened you, Cassie?”

  She stammered, “Er…nothing, Sir, I mean Antony.” How could she tell him she was falling in love with him? That was not done, she would be thrown out and have to find someone else to care for her again. She did not know what to say.

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  Antony was angry. He thought they had reached a point where she could trust him and speak honestly to him. “That is a lie!” he whispered. “You will be punished for lying when we get home. I will not ask you again while we are here but I will when we get home, and I expect the truth.”

  With eyes downcast she replied, “Yes, Sir.” She looked so unhappy. What would he do, or rather what would she do?

  He was disappointed. He thought she understood him and accepted his authority. He cut their shopping short. Antony needed to get this resolved. If they were to make this a permanent relationship, as he dearly wished, then she must be honest and open with him. Whatever she had thought had terrified her and he needed to know what it was.

  He did not speak to her on the drive home. He gathered the purchases and she followed him into the house. He could feel her fear, smell it. He opened one of the parcels and removed a paddle. She would accept her punishment and she would tell him.

  “Come here,” he ordered. “Remove your jeans and panties.” She came to him and quickly stripped off.

  “Lean on the sofa. I will not tolerate lying.” A look of excitement crossed her face. She took her weight on her elbows, her head tilted to one side and nestled in the cushions. This would be the first time he had struck her with something other than his hand. This would prove that he had been telling the truth when he said he would never abuse her.

  He rubbed his hand across her buttocks and then he struck her with the paddle. It was easy to see she tried not to gasp, as if it really surprised her that he had not used full force on her. Instead, it was on the borderline of pleasure and pain. He hit her four more times with the paddle. Her cheeks stung and burnt but he knew there would be hardly any pain like she used to experience with her last Master. Instead, he could feel her dripping with arousal. Antony thought it surprised her that being struck could excite her.

  Antony looked at his little sub, her bottom in the air covered in red patches. He could see her clit and saw how wet she had become. He wanted to thrust into her but first he needed to know why she had lied and what she was hiding.

  “I will ask you once again. What frightened you?”

  “Please, Sir, please. Don’t make me say.” He hit her with the paddle again.

  “You will tell me. I can go on all night if necessary. Tell me now.”

  Cassie burst into tears then heartrending sobs. “Don’t send me away, Sir. Please. Please don’t get rid of me. I’m so sorry.”

  Antony was shocked. He did not understand what she was saying. He dropped the paddle, turned her, and gathered her in his arms. “Get rid of you? Why would I want to get rid of you?”

  Through her sobs he heard her say, “I’m sorry. I love you. I am so sorry, Sir. I don’t know how it happened. Please don’t send me away.” Fresh sobbing broke out as she cried, “I couldn’t help it. I’ll try to fall out of love. Oh please don’t make me go away.” She burrowed her face in his chest and sobbed.

  Antony was astounded. What could she mean? He tried to lift her. He wanted to see her face.

  “Cassie, I don’t understand. Why would I want to get rid of you?”

  “Because I love you,” she wailed in anguish. He smiled down at her, a warm glow around his heart. His little sub had wormed her way deep into him and now she loved him.

  He laughed aloud. “Silly girl. All the more reason to keep you. I honestly don’t know why you think I would want to get rid of you just because you love me.” He could not understand why it upset her so much.

  Through broken sobs, she told him that the monster has threatened to kill her and told her that all Masters had to get rid of their subs if they had the misfortune to fall in love.

  “Oh, my little sub. He lied to you. It was just another way of him controlling you. It is not true. Any Master would hope that his sub would love him, that he would love her.” She pulled out of his arms and looked at his face in shock. She could not believe that he wanted her to love him, that there was a chance he may love her one day in return.

  Antony pulled her back in his arms and held her tight. “Now tell me without crying. I want to hear you say you love me without tears and without fear. Tell me.”

  “I love you, Sir,” she stammered and dropped her head to his chest. He put his hand under her chin and lifted her face. Tenderly and with all the love he felt for his little sub, he kissed her. At first she resisted, then suddenly she melted into him. He had never kissed her this passionately and it excited him. She was now his. She had his heart and his soul. She would obey him for the rest of their lives. She would put her trust in him and he would never abandon her or treat her badly.

  He broke the kiss. Her face flushed from crying but mainly from arousal. He began to run his hands up her legs. He pulled her T-shirt up then undid her bra. “Take these off and kneel on the couch,” he said huskily. She obeyed without question and he picked up the paddle again. He rubbed it across her buttocks, pressing it between her cheeks. Then he lifted it and bought it down across them. She pushed her body into it, felt him swing again and strike her once more. Antony bent forward and ran his tongue across the red marks on her bottom.

  “You will not come until I give you permission.”

  “Yes Sir,” she groaned. He pushed a finger into her wet, hot slit. She was dripping and he rubbed it between the cheeks and around her anus. When she was thoroughly soaked, he pushed a finger into her tight arse. He heard her moans as he pushed his finger in and out. Antony wanted to fuck her senseless but he was so turned on he knew he would quickly come. Still, he needed to sample her fine bum.

  He put on a condom then used his fingers to stretch her hole. She was moaning and pushing against his fingers. He held his cock at the entrance to her arse then grabbed her hips and pushed slowly. She gasped then leant back as he forced his cock past the entrance. It felt so good as he began to thrust in and out of her tight channel. He reached one hand under her body and grabbed her nipple, twisting and pulling at him, delighting in hearing her moaning louder.

  “This is the last time I will fuck you covered. I will never use a condom with you again. You are mine. Tell me. Tell me who you love. Tell me, who do you belong to, who do you love?”

  “It is you, Sir. I love you, Sir.” He smacked her bottom as he continued to pump into her arse, his balls slapping against her body. She screamed in delight. He knew he was about to come and thrust as deep as he could before his burst into her, filling the condom with his cum.

  He pulled out of her and fell onto the lounge pulling her onto him. “Do you want to come, my little sub?”

  “Yes please, Sir.” He pushed two fingers into her cunt.

  “Fuck yourself on my hand until you come.” He loved the way she panted as she writhed on his fingers. He loved watching her face. He pushed them in and out in time with her thrusts. “Use your hand to pull at your nipples.” She obeyed instantly and he watched as she threw back her head while she came over his hand.

  “Come here.” He gathered her tight. “Never be afraid of me. Never hide the truth.” He felt her nod her head in agreement. “Yes, Sir,” she purred.

  “Cassie, look at me.” He eyes were wide and her face flushed from her orgasm.

  “Cassie, you have taken my heart. I want you to stay with me forever.” She gasped. “We still have things to sort between us but I don’t want to lose you. I want to collar you. I want it to mean a partnership. I want you to trust me to care for you. Answer me as Cassie, not my sub. Will you
?”

  She searched his face and read the truth there, and her heart leapt as she said, “Yes, Antony, yes.”

  “Come, my little sub, come and warm my bed, warm my heart, and warm my love for the rest of our lives.”

  Chapter Four

  The following day they went out to buy a collar. He did not want to buy her a leather collar, especially after the monster had made her wear one. He wanted a silver one that she could wear always. He wanted to show the world that she was his.

  Antony dragged her from one shop to another, not finding exactly what he wanted. She could feel him getting frustrated. He moved away from the counter in the last shop and she could sense he was ready to burst.

  “Sir, please do not get upset. Won’t you take us home and let me soothe you?”

  He looked down at her, tucking a strand of wayward hair behind her ear. “Cassie, I really want to find it but no one has what I want. I want something special for you, my little sub.”

  The little man behind the counter heard him speak and came over. “Excuse me, sir, I didn’t mean to listen but I gather you are after something very specific?”

  “Yes I am.”

  “Can you tell me exactly what you are looking for? I am a jeweller and the owner here.”

  “Silver. A collar, something maybe ten millimetres thick. Something plain and elegant that looks beautiful on my partner.”

  The assistant looked embarrassed as he replied softly, “Sir, the lady would be your…um…your”—his voice lowered even further—“your sub.”

  “Yes, she is,” Antony replied and was rewarded with a beaming smile from the man.

  The little man winked at Antony and said, “I have something that I think would be perfect. My understanding is that the collar is like a wedding ring and you would prefer it to not be removed? That it looks like a piece of jewellery so the lady could wear it always?”

  Antony nodded. The man signalled them to wait, Cassie and Antony looked at each other, and Antony shrugged his shoulders and grinned. The jeweller went through a doorway and returned with a lovely wooden box, which he placed on the counter.

  Cassie and Antony moved forward and Cassie held her breath as the man opened the box. Nestled inside was an unadorned silver collar. It was tubular and had no visible opening. It looked beautiful in its unadorned simplicity. Lying in the centre of the box was a man’s silver signet ring. The jeweller picked up the ring and touched it to a spot on the collar and the collar swung open. “Magnetic encoded key within the ring. Virtually unpickable.”

  Antony picked up the collar. He turned it back and forth in his hands, and it was a work of art. He gave it to Cassie to hold. “It is not very heavy, Cass, feel it.”

  She marvelled at it. So elegant. The little jeweller looked at them with a big smile. “Would Sir like to try it on his lady to see if the size is suitable and if he likes how she looks wearing it?” Cassie gave it back to Antony and he put it round her neck and clicked it together. It sat perfectly on her neck, there was enough room for any movement. “How does it feel, little sub?” he whispered.

  “Lovely! It feels nice, it isn’t rubbing, and it certainly isn’t heavy.” It looked beautiful on her throat, so perfect.

  Antony picked up the ring and fumbled a little until he found the right spot to unlock it. He laid the collar back into the box and then tried on the ring. It was not big enough for his finger but the jeweller assured him it could be enlarged with no problems.

  He looked at Cassie. Her eyes were downcast but she was holding her breath. Turning back to the jeweller, he said, “I will take it. When can you have the ring ready?”

  “Give me a day. Would Sir like to know the price?” Cassie walked away to allow Antony privacy. “It is $2,500.”

  “Perfect. I will pay half now and finalised payment when I pick them up Monday afternoon, if that suits.” The little jeweller beamed as he nodded and the two men shook hands.

  Antony was curious. “Do you have similar items?”

  “Yes I do. I um…I think there may be a need for this type of item, but I only make them as one-off originals. Nothing mass produced or tacky. I have a few others but this one, I feel, is my best.”

  “May I see them?” The jeweller was so happy as he went to get the items to show. He returned with several items. He placed them on the counter and opened each box.

  Cassie and Antony looked at each collar. Each was a work of art. Some were silver, some leather and silver. Antony was sure there would be plenty of Masters who would like them.

  “If you give me some business cards, I will see they get to the right people. Your work is lovely.”

  They left the store. Cassie was so happy. The collar was perfect and she could hardly wait until Antony formally collared her. He must have known what she was thinking because he said, “I think that next Sunday would be a perfect day to formally collar you. I will ask Richard and Paul to stand beside me. I can hardly wait till you finally call me Master.”

  Cassie drew her breath and her smile lit her face. Finally, she was home. Finally, she had a Master who loved her and would protect her forever.

  “Thank you, Sir. I love you.”

  Chapter Five

  The next evening was Sunday and Antony took Cassie back to the Club. He could tell she was very nervous but he knew it was time for them both to face it. She dressed carefully at his home in one of her new corsets and the red boots. He told her she looked stunning and she did.

  He helped her into a coat to cover her and then they drove to the Club. He helped her out of the car but before they went inside Antony pulled her into his arms.

  “If you feel you are not ready for this, Cassie, I understand. We can easily go home. I want you to be happy and comfortable.”

  Cassie was stunned and secretly pleased that Antony cared enough about her to worry about how she felt. She could not remember when someone had worried about her feelings.

  She smiled up at him shyly and whispered, “I want to go. I want to make you happy.”

  “Cassie, this isn’t about just me, this is about both of us. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” she beamed at him whispering, “I want to go too.”

  “Good.” He gave her a kiss and then held her hand as they walked into the Club.

  He nodded hello to the security woman and got Cassie signed in and given her key. “I will wait for you in the bar while you put your coat away. Are you comfortable meeting me there?”

  Cassie was too nervous to speak, so she nodded her head and raced into the change room. She was excited to be here but now that she was, her nerves had set in. What would happen? Would people sneer at her because she had cried “Red” and asked to be uncollared? Would they ever forgive her?

  She quickly hung her coat away and walked into the bar. Her Master sat chatting with the barman, Stuart, and turned as she walked in. He grinned at her and she felt strange returning. The last time she had been kicked because she was late. The barman winked at her and then smiled. She looked from him to her Master and shyly smiled back before she settled on her knees in front of Antony, her eyes downcast. He patted her head as he continued his conversation with the Stuart. She felt very happy that she had obviously pleased him.

  A man came over to Antony and told him that Richard and some of his friends were in the Blue lounge and would they like to join him. He thanked the man and then got two fruit juices. He led the way into the Blue lounge, Cassie following him. She saw the Master who owned the Club sitting with his wife knelt in front of him and two other people that she thought she had seen before.

  Her Master greeted everyone and then sat. She quickly knelt at his feet, her head bowed. He tapped her on the shoulder and when she lifted her head, he smiled down at her.

  “Cassie, come and sit on my knee. I want to introduce you to my friends.” Her eyes widened. She had never done anything but be submissive when in company. Antony nodded to her and held out his hand. He pulled her to his lap when
she stood.

  “This is Cassie.” She blushed and dropped her eyes. “Cassie, these are my friends. Richard owns the Club. I think you remember him from before.” Antony lifted her head with his hand.

  Richard smiled at her warmly and she was amazed.

  “Fleur, come warm my lap and say hello to Cassie.” His wife grinned and leapt to her feet before settling in his arms.

  Fleur gave her a big grin and said, “I am so happy to see you, Cassie.”

  Cassie wasn’t sure how to react. She still found it hard to believe these people would accept her after what had happened.

  Antony nudged her shoulder. “This is Paul and his fiancée Lisa.”

  Lisa was dressed in a black kimono and she remembered her from that horrid night. “I remember you. You gave me my clothes.”

  “That’s right. It is wonderful to see you looking so happy.”

  Cassie felt her eyes tear up and she struggled to stop them from falling.

  Fleur giggled and said, “Make sure you tell us girls if that big lug of a Master doesn’t treat you right.”

  Cassie could only look at her in amazement. If she had ever spoken like that in from of her old Master, he would have beaten her and then given her to his friends to rape. She shuddered as she recalled some of the things they did to her.

  Antony pulled her tighter into his arms, whispering, “You are safe now, Cassie. No one can hurt you.” She was still unsure but tried to relax and listen to the conversation flowing around her. She could not believe how much Fleur teased her Master, even if he was her husband, and he seemed to enjoy it. Cassie wondered if one day she would be able to be that comfortable and she sighed.