One of my male dom fantasies...PowerGames

Valery sat comfortably in the overstuffed chair, next to the fireplace. Oaken panels and tasteful artwork decorated the lounge and she started to rethink her and David’s relationship. He had brought her here for a luxurious weekend of intimacy, massages, relaxation. He wanted each of them to recommit. “A second honeymoon” he called it. This third year of their marriage had been difficult. He, succeeding wildly at work had devoted more and more time to his job. She had recently left her career, at his insistance, in order to fulfil their now burgeoning social demands. He was still attracted to her sultry looks and sensual body but his appetites had changed. He would often come home and expect her to drop to her knees and service his cock. He had suggested binding her to their bed. It was as if the power he wielded in the day had infected his libido and he wanted her to pervert their shared love into something sinister. She would not pray to his penis and kneel to his desires. They had fought and grown apart over the issue.

Then he had come home last weekend and was conciliatory, loving: the old David. She was delighted, would he love her again as before? He then threw down the brochure for the “Maison del Marquis” a private intimate club, where couples renew, recreate, find themselves. The facilities, as pictured, were lush expensive and exotic.

Their first meal was phenomenal and now they sat in the lounge sipping wine by the open fire, flirting with each other.

Valery’s cheeks were more flushed than usual, she had not drunk that much during dinner but this wine, delicate and dry was rushing straight to her head. David had told her that Martin the proprietor wished to meet with the pair before the weekend began in earnest. This struck Valery as highly irregular but she had no intentions of upsetting the mood of sexual anticipation which had grown throughout dinner between her and David. David was as aroused as she had seen him in years, perhaps as aroused as their first sexual explorations of each other, before their engagement.

Eventually, a tall strikingly handsome older man approached the couple. He had grey eyes, dark hair and a look of superiority. It was as if he knew something which the rest of the world only guessed at. He shook David’s hand warmly. Valery could not help but admire his tight body and confident charm. It was unusual for her but her eyes dropped to his crotch, she shook her head and returned to this world. “David, how nice to see you once more.” Valery was taken aback and wondered where the two had met. She would find out as soon as they were alone. “This must be our Valery.” He kissed her hand. How very European, Valery thought. But what is this “our Valery” nonsense. Who was this guy. She wanted to object but she would be social, or was it more than that? He controlled the situation so, that she felt out of place speaking. “This is ridiculous,” she thought. “I’m cowed by some damned hotel owner.”

“This way, please” Martin lead them into his office, a splendid oak and leather room. Two thug-like waiters stood inside the room, arms crossed and staring at Valery. She had never felt so uncomfortable. “David, let’s go” she whispered and slipped her arm into his. She held his arm with her other hand as well and suddenly felt terrified. “ I want to leave, David.” Martin grinned at her and lit an expensive looking cigar. An ominous silence settled over the room. Nobody moved, nobody spoke.

“I think you should leave her with us now, David. We will begin tonight. Go before you get silly.” David turned towards the door.

“David, David, what are you doing? David!” she clutched his arm digging her nails into his sleeve and forearm. The two goons stepped in and dragged her off him. David opened the door and left her. He left her…..left her....left her with these men….She broke into tears and called out his name to the closed door….”Take her to the prep room,” Martin ordered the two enormous men. He was calm, slightly amused, smiling. Valery struggled to no avail and felt more dread than she had ever experienced.

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