The Dom's Double Submission

"Alexander, we have a problem," Benjamin announced, stepping into the office.

Alexander had just finished reviewing a contract for a new submissive. He set the papers aside and met his friend's gaze. "Is it urgent?"

"Very. There's a wealthy brat out there pretending to be a Dom, but he's clearly a sub. If he challenges an experienced Dom, he'll get torn to pieces."

"How did he get past our screening?"

"He's Christopher Foster's guest." Benjamin winced at the name.

"Damn."

Alexander had fought against admitting Foster as a member from the start. The man was an entitled nuisance. Since Foster was a submissive, Alexander had eventually given in. But someone like Foster acting like a Dom? Not in his establishment.

"My apologies, Alexander. I thought attracting more wealthy members would benefit the club."

"We don't need their money."

"No, but we're not exactly swimming in qualified applicants."

"Qualified being the key word. This is exactly why we have to be selective. Add Foster to the list requiring written notice before bringing any guests."

Benjamin sighed. "He'll throw a tantrum, but I agree with you on this one."

The three partners owned the club together, but Alexander had the most experience and the longest tenure in the lifestyle. Leadership came naturally to him.

Alexander followed Benjamin into the main club area. His attention immediately zeroed in on the commotion near the bar. His chest tightened as he approached.

A stunning blond was ordering an unclaimed submissive to kneel. She complied but kept scanning the room for help rather than keeping her eyes down. When she spotted Alexander, she visibly relaxed.

The blond unzipped his trousers, revealing an impressive erection. Foster stood nearby, doing nothing to intervene. Maybe revoking his membership was the right move after all.

"On your knees," Alexander commanded in his Dom voice.

Foster immediately dropped to his knees. The blond looked up, still holding himself.

"I said on your knees."

Though Alexander spoke directly to the young man, he glanced around as if confused.

"Final warning. On your knees or you'll be punished."

"You're mistaken. I'm not a sub."

Alexander seized the man's wrist, twisted it behind his back, and bent him over a barstool.

"Did you hear me? I told you I'm not a sub."

"You're no Dom, and this is my club. If you want to leave, your safe phrase is 'I'm a spoiled rotten brat'."

"That's not a word."

His pants were already undone, and they dropped to the floor. Alexander pulled down his boxer briefs until they pooled at his ankles.

"Hey—"

"Did you even bother to research this lifestyle before walking into my club? Safe phrases exist, and that's yours."

Alexander delivered a sharp smack to the blond's ass cheek. The man gasped but didn't use his safe phrase. Interesting. Alexander spanked him again. And again. And again. The blond panted heavily. His cock dripped onto the floor.

Dom, my ass, Alexander thought.

Alexander typically limited himself to ten strikes on a virgin bottom. After the tenth, he delivered a final swat to the blond's balls.

"Fuck," the man groaned, erupting across the floor without any direct stimulation.

Alexander hardened instantly. He adjusted his stance to avoid alarming the probably-straight man. Leaning close, he whispered in his ear.

"Doms don't typically climax from spanking alone. That's usually a sub trait. While visually appealing, don't come back until you've processed what just happened."

Alexander crouched to pull up the man's pants. Dazed, he stood passively while Alexander fastened his trousers. Taking his arm, Alexander guided him to the office.

"Your driver's license."

"What?"

Still disoriented. Probably struggling to comprehend his reaction to the spanking. Alexander extended his hand.

"Your driver's license."

The man handed over his entire wallet. Alexander extracted the ID. Sebastian Walker. Twenty-four years old. Blond hair, green eyes. Five-foot-eleven, one-hundred-fifty-eight pounds. All accurate.

"Are you calling the police?" Sebastian asked.

"No. You're banned. That behavior is unacceptable. Even as a Dom, you'd need to negotiate with a sub before expecting kneeling or oral pleasure. What would you offer in return?"

"In return?"

Alexander shook his head disdainfully. "It's called power exchange. Both parties should gain from any scene or interaction. Subs aren't sex slaves."

"What did you gain from that scene out there?" Sebastian asked.

"I released some aggression on your ass, and you achieved orgasm."

"But we didn't negotiate."

Sebastian's tone held teenage arrogance, but Alexander detected desperation in his eyes. He wanted more.

"Are you straight?" Alexander asked.

"What?"

"Heterosexual? Bisexual? Pansexual? Demisexual? Probably not asexual, but anything's possible."

"I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"I thought I was straight until you made me come harder than I ever have."

Alexander drew a deep breath. So Sebastian did want more, needed more. Strangely, Alexander felt willing to provide it, or refer him to a Domme if he wasn't interested in playing together.

"Kneel," Alexander said.

Sebastian awkwardly lowered to his knees.

"Take out your cock."

"What?"

"The correct response is 'yes, Master'."

Sebastian swallowed. "Yes, Master." He unzipped his pants and revealed his semi-hard length.

He'd been completely soft after his earlier release. This proved very interesting.

"We're keeping the same safe phrase. Remember it, Seb?"

He frowned. "It's Sebastian."

"Not here. Do you remember the safe phrase?"

"Yeah."

Alexander cleared his throat.

"Yes, Master."

"Good boy."

Sebastian smiled and shrugged, then frowned.

Probably confused by how good pleasing his master felt.

"Unzip my pants and take out my cock," Alexander said.

Sebastian hesitated, licked his lips, swallowed, then reached up and obeyed. When his hand closed around Alexander's cock, he squeezed experimentally.

Alexander groaned.

"Did that turn you on too...Master?"

"Oh yes. You came hands-free from a spanking. One of the hottest things I've ever witnessed."

Sebastian smiled and gave another squeeze.

"Lick it," Alexander said. "Taste my cock. Tell me if you like it."

Again, Sebastian swallowed.

Just as Alexander expected the safe phrase, Sebastian leaned forward. His tongue collected the bead of precum at Alexander's tip. Sebastian pulled back, considering.

"Saltier than I expected but not bad," Sebastian said before sucking the head into his mouth.

Alexander moaned when Sebastian pressed the tip against his palate and sucked. He took more length. When Alexander's head reached his throat, Sebastian gagged slightly but continued, repeatedly choking himself on Alexander's cock.

"Fuck," Alexander groaned. "You're a natural cocksucker. Born for this."

Sebastian hummed with pleasure.

Alexander glanced down to find Sebastian fully erect.

"You enjoy this, don't you? Sucking my cock?"

Sebastian nodded, attempting "yes, Master" around Alexander's erection. Alexander smiled, threading his fingers through Sebastian's hair.

"Look how sexy your mouth looks stretched around me. Want me to come down your throat?"

Sebastian's eyes fluttered closed as he moaned.

"If I gift you my cum, will you swallow every drop? Don't waste any."

Sebastian groaned and nodded. He resumed choking himself. Each gag felt heavenly on Alexander's tip, but he wanted to demonstrate better technique.

"Tilt your neck back." Alexander gripped Sebastian's hair, angling his head perfectly.