EroticReverie

Alice 

I overheard Ace tell one of the owners of the club in the back that if “she” shows up that she’s either denied entry or Ace walks off stage again and doesn’t return. I heard him say it on the phone earlier, and again just now backstage. The man nods and says it’s understood and then I listen to them talk as I stand by Ace’s side. His hand on my hip , where it’s been since we walked in. Like a leash that keeps me tethered to him. And I don’t mind. I love it. I love his possessiveness of me, his protector side. I love that he smirked as several men and women looked me up and down as we walked through the club and to the back. I liked being looked at. And Ace liked me being looked at. He liked to show me off and it made me feel more secure , knowing he was proud to have me on his arm. Just like I was proud to be by his side. 

“This is my girlfriend , Alice.” He introduces me finally and I reach out my hand to shake his hand. Ace takes my hand and lowers it before the man can take it. I look up at him confused. 

“I see.” The man says with slight amusement. “Not just your girlfriend then.” 

Not just his girlfriend? What does that mean?

“Ten minutes till you’re on.” The man says and gives me a nod. 

“Lovely to meet you Alice. Enjoy your night.” He says and I nod. 

“Y-yeah, you too, thank you” I say and then turn to Ace. 

“What was that?” I ask and Ace cocks his head. 

“What was what princess?” He asks. 

“I was just going to shake his hand and you pulled it away?” I ask. 

“Mm. I did.” He says and then gently tucks a small piece of hair behind my ear. 

“Why?” I ask and he slips his hand to the side of my neck and his palm slips over my throat, his thumb tucked against the side of my neck, fingertips gently digging in the other side and I suck in a breath as he grips my neck firmly. 

“Because nobody touches you but me.” He says. “You’re MY princess.” He says.

“I can’t shake someone’s hand? That ridicu-“ 

His hand tightens and he leans down. Bringing his mouth to mine, hovering it near my lips as he speaks. 

“Are you going to argue with me Alice?” He asks. 

I bite my lip and he smirks as I shake my head. 

“When we are in this club, when we are at parties together…your body is my property. Only for me to touch. Even your hands. Any. Single. Part of you. “ he says. 

“In your everyday living, no, I do not expect you to reject handshakes. Even when with me. But when we are here. You are my pretty little

Whore, so you understand princess?” He asks and I nod. 

“If anyone wants to touch you. They need my permission.” He says and I nod again. 

“Good girl.” He says and then kisses my cheek instead of my mouth. 

“Now, would you like a drink?” He asks and I shrug. 

His hand is still on my throat. 

“A shrug is not an answer. Yes or no.” He says and releases my neck. 

“Yes please.” I say nearly breathless. 

“Yes please. Sir.” He corrects me. 

“Yes please, sir.” I say and he smiles slightly and then places his hand back on my neck and grips it. 

“Come here” he groans and then pulls my mouth to his by my neck and I whimper on his lips. 

“Such a good fucking girl, Alice” he groans and then licks my lips and flicks them with his tongue. 

“And you’re sure you want to watch me tonight? You’re still okay with this?” He asks and I nod. 

“Yes sir” I answer him and he groans and kisses me again. 

“I love you. So much” he groans. “Youre allowed to leave the stage at any point if you become upset.” He says. 

“You’d follow me.” I say. 

He nods. “I would”

I lick my lips. 

“It will ruin the show if you leave again.” I say. Thinking about the night he just up and left with me after Gina’s little bitchy encounter. 

“I don’t think you understand me when I tell you I love you.” He says and I swallow. 

“You are mine. Your happiness, your comfort, everything. Is my responsibility. It’s all that matters to me. I don’t give a fuck about anything. Not the show. Not playing with other people. Just you. Do you understand?” He asks. 

“I understand , sir” I answer and he groans. 

“Good girl. Now what are you going to do if you don’t enjoy sitting like a good little whore on your knees and watching me play with others?” He asks and I bite my lip. 

“Alice.” He growls my name. “What do you do if you become upset?” 

“I get up and go backstage. I wait for you. I don’t runaway. Sir.” I answer him and he nods. 

“Good girl.” He says and then kisses me again. 

“If you’re upset. I’m upset. And we fix it.” He says. And I nod. 

“Yes sir” I answer and he groans. 

——

Ace takes my hand and I’m relieved to see a plush satin pillow on the stage as he guides me over and holds my hand as I lower myself onto my knees. Keeping my back straight. 

“Hands on your lap princess” he says and I do as I’m told and he smiles. 

“God you look so fucking beautiful on your knees for me.” He says and tips my chin up. 

“Eyes on me. Always.” He says and I nod. 

“Yes sir.” I answer as I already feel several eyes on us as he places a kiss ontop of my head and then walks over to the same upholstered bench he used the night he brought me on stage. I wasn’t nervous. Other than training my eyes not to leave him. There was a slight urge to look out at the crowded club. But looking at only him, was pretty damn easy. Ace Ares was my favorite thing to look at. It was hard to ever tear my eyes away from him. 

I watch as a heavier set brunette is brought up on stage as his first demonstration. I watch him as he talks to her without his microphone. Clearly asking for a safeword , and making her feel comfortable. And probably making her feel a whole hell of a lot turned on. 

I watch him stroke her brunette hair that falls to her shoulders , watch him gently grab it at the back and lift her head and squat down. Speaking to her. She nods multiple times. I watch her mouth move. I’m no lip reader but clear “yes sirs” are coming from her lips.  I know it’s part of the scene. That she’s submitting herself to him for this. But there is a flare of jealousy within me watching another woman call him sir. Maybe I’m crazy. Because it wasn’t the fact she was bent over about to be paddled by him that made me jealous. It was her calling him sir. He’s MY Sir. Not hers. I check my jealousy. Not made uncomfortable by it. Just jealous. Really. Jealous. 

This is what he loves to do. Get used to it. I tell myself. No you idiot. He loves YOU. My brains argues internally. 

As he grabs the paddle I see his eyes come to me. I feel my spine straighten even further. My entire body perking up from his attention and the corner of his lips lift on one side. He mouths the words good girl to me and winks. 

My pussy begins her sobbing. I feel my pussy drench as I watch him roll up his sleeves and he pulls the girls pants down , just below her ass. Careful not to drag her panties down with them. 

Her ass is beautiful. The pants hugging her thighs right beneath her curves of her ass, makes it look even bigger, plumper. Juicier. 

I watch his hand gently tug her panties. Making them disappear a bit between her ass cheeks and I can see her breathing increase. Can see the smile on her face and the way she’s biting her lip. Her excitement, only seems to triple my own. I know how it feels to be even over for Ace Ares. I know how it feels in front of a crowded room. I also know how it feels over his lap in his home. Over his bed. Over the counter or the couch. I know the thrill coursing through her as the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen caresses her backside. Smoothing his hand over the curves of her ass. I watch his jaw clench and see his hand smoothing over the cellulite in her ass. He was turned on by her. And I was turned on by her too. And even more turned on. Seeing him turned on. And the thrill of watching him, makes me feel silly for worrying I wouldn’t enjoy this. Because I was.  We all were. Me. Him. Her. And the entire club. Because that’s what Ace Ares does. He delivers pleasure. Entertainment. Enjoyment. Lust. Desire. 

His eyes find mine again and I lift my eyes from his hand rubbing her gorgeous ass , to his face. I take a deep breath and I lick my lips as I look at him. His gaze lingers another moment, making sure I’m comfortable with hand on another woman. And my slight squirm and rise and fall of my chest with a heavy breath lets him know the only bother I have right now is being too turned on. 

He spanks her. Several times. I can only see the side of her ass , but I can make out the way it’s slowly turning pink. Then comes the paddle. He works her with one slap to the right. One to the left and then is rubbing her ass again. Soothing the little sting she probably feels. Another slap. Another caress of her ass. I watch him check in with her after a few more. She nods with a yes sir and I whimper. I think it’s quiet enough but his head jerks to me. His eyebrow cocks. I squirm on my knees slightly. Those yes sirs are really killing me. But I don’t want him to stop. I want to watch him turn her ass from pink to red. I want to see what her gorgeous body can withstand. Would she call her safeword? Or would she leave soaking wet and her ass hot and sore from his paddle? I wanted to know. Wanted to see. Needed to see. 

When he asks her another question and she responds with a yes sir. He catches me whimpering again with my brows pinched and little frown on my face. He cocks a brow at me. I keep my eyes on him. And like always. He reads my fucking mind. He pays attention. 

“Yes Ace” he corrects her and she nods.

“Yes Ace” I hear her reply and see his eyes look over to me and his lips turn up when he sees my shoulders sag with relief and a small grateful smile on my face. He shakes his head slightly and chuckles to himself and I watch him walk around her. Back to her ass. I watch him adjust himself. Swallowing hard. He looks at me as he does it. As if letting me know, it’s not her making him hard. It’s me. 

—-

A half and hour later after five different people joined him on stage. He takes a break. Letting another demonstration begin as he walks over and takes my hand and helps me stand. He guides me back stage and before I can say a word he’s pulling me into the same room he had me in that first night. 

“You don’t like them calling me sir, do you?” He asks as his hands already begin working my dress off me. I shake my head. 

“I hate it” I whimper and he grins and his hands yanks down the arms of the dress my tits bouncing slightly on my chest and then his hands grab my face. 

“Why is that?” He asks and my arms are at my side still inside the straps , I don’t move them. Knowing he’ll undress me just how he wants to.  That I’m not allowed to take off my own clothes with him. 

“Because you’re mine” I whimper and he groans.

“You’re my sir” I answer and he groans and kisses me. His hands dripping. Shoving the dress down from my body and the taking my arms and lifting them and I pant as his mouth leaves mine. 

My hands are cuffed again. Bound above me from the chain and cuffs dangling from the ceiling. 

I whimper as he puts his hands on my sides. Kissing over my breasts , down my stomach. Down to my pussy , kissing only right above it as he takes off my heels one by one and I whimper as I stand on tip toes. Now unable to settle with my feet on the floor unless I want the soft leather cuffs to dig into my wrists. 

He stands back up. His toe of his shoe knocking my dress and shoes to the side. He shoves he sleeves up further and then takes off his belt and folds it in half. 

“Oh fuck” I whimper and he grins with a soft chuckle. 

“Would you like to me to use my belt on you Alice?” He asks. Circling me slowly. Slapping the leather against his hand making me jump from the sound. 

“Yes sir” I answer.

He hasn’t used a belt on me. Hasn’t used much of anything other than his hands. Other than the night at the club. Even though he had an entire stock of toys at home. But he hasn’t turned any of the rooms into a play room yet because he told me he had no reason to. That he didn’t want to bring anyone to his home. Not until me. My pussy drips as I think do the part few nights. Laying in bed as we picked out sex furniture together. As we picked out new toys, whips, dildos, plugs, you name it. 

It took us several nights of looking through them and ordering. Because we kept having to stop after he would tell me exactly what he would do to me on each piece of furniture and how he’d use each toy on me. 

“Safeword princess?” He asks and I dance on my fucking toes with anticipation. My skin already buzzing as if it’s dying for that belt. 

“Red” I say. 

“Such a simple choice , you pretty  whore, you love red , don’t you princess?”  He asks and drags the leather down my spine making me shiver. 

“It’s easy to remember sir” I say and he hums and drags the leather back up my spine and then walks around to the front of me. 

“We have twenty minutes. Will you last Alice?” He asks as he drags the belt over my breasts. Tracing it over and around one and then the other. 

“I don’t know” I whimper and he grins. 

“I guess we’ll find out, won’t we princess?” He smirks.