Date night

Carson gave himself one last look in the full-length mirror in the master bedroom. He was freshly shaved and wore black leather loafers, black pants, a black leather belt, a black button-down shirt, and a red tie. He smiled at his reflection as he adjusted his tie one last time. He then turned and left the room, heading toward his mansion’s entrance hall. When he got there he was greeted by Kennedy with a warm smile.

“Lookin’ good, Master. I’m sure Miss Alex will love it.”

“Thanks, Kennedy,” he said giving the elder twin a soft kiss on the cheek. Monica, Sydney, Ellie, and Josslyn walked into the room.

“Wow, you do clean up nicely, Master,” Monica said running her hand over his chest and feeling his muscular upper body through his soft shirt. Kennedy reached over and tugged at Monica’s hair.

“Tonight, he is not for you,” she said as she gave Monica’s ass a swat. Carson and the other girls laughed in response. The sound of the doorbell rang bringing an end to their shared laughter. Josslyn walked over to the door, opened it, and was greeted by the site of Alex and Penny.

Alex was dressed in a strapless little black dress with silver three-inch wedge-heeled shoes. Her long brown hair was done in a messy yet elegant-looking bun.

Penny in contrast wore a simple, snugly fitting pink tank top that offered a teasing glimpse of her stomach, short denim shorts, and black and red sneakers. They both smiled politely at Josslyn who smiled back at them as she stepped aside. "Please come in, Miss Alex, you look beautiful."

"Thank you, Josslyn," the dominant brunette said before kissing Josslyn's cheek.

"Welcome, Alex. Josslyn is certainly correct. You look nice as well Penny," Carson said as he greeted the two women.

"Thank you, Mister Henning," Penny said with a slight nod of her head.

"Alex, you said you made a reservation for us?" he asked turning his attention to his date.

"Yeah, at a great steakhouse, I know. Do you mind if I drive?"

"Not at all, after all, you know where we're going."

Alex gave him a smile and a nod before turning to Kennedy. "Kennedy, are you sure having Penny here won't be too much? You have your sisters, Sydney, and now Monica to consider."

"Oh no, Miss Alex. It's no problem I'm taking charge of fully grown submissive women, not a bunch of rambunctious Kindergarten kids."

Carson couldn’t help but laugh as he followed Alex out of his mansion. The two walked arm in arm to the driveway. Upon seeing Alex’s car he let out a long low whistle. “Is this what you drove when you, your mom, and Penny came to visit.?” he asked as he slowly circled Alex’s red 2023 Mustang.

“Yeah. You like?”

“I do indeed. I must admit I think I owe you an apology.”

“For?” Alex asked with a slight laugh she leaned against the car smiling at him.

“Damn she looks good,” he thought as he took a brief moment to admire his date. She looked like a supermodel right out of an ad in the tiny dress that tastefully teased but did not overly flaunt her body, The shine of the full moon silhouetting her, reflecting off of the gleaming body of the car and her silky brown hair. “I hate to admit it, but I had you pegged as a Mercedes girl.” Alex began to laugh hard.

“You’re not the first to say that,” she said before opening the driver's door and sliding into the seat.

“Why do I sense a ‘but’ coming?” he asked as he slid into the passenger seat.

“Oh, Mercedes are just fine but,” Alex said as she started the car and emphasized the ‘but,’ “Nothing beats this,” She added as she revved the Mustang’s engine.

The roar of the engine echoed through the night, like a powerful beast awakening from its slumber. The deep rumbling sound was both intimidating and exhilarating as Alex revved the engine, showing off the Mustang's impressive power. It was a symphony of revving and purring as if the car itself was growling with excitement, ready to take on the streets. Each rev sent vibrations through the car, shaking it with a ferocious energy. It was a sound that demanded attention and respect, announcing the arrival of a **** to be reckoned with.

“Finally, a woman that gets it,” Carson said with a smile as he felt the powerful roar of the engine in his chest.”

“Do you have one yet?” she asked as she put the car in reverse. She let it roll backward before turning sharply to her right. When the Mustang sat sideways in the wide driveway she put the powerful car in drive, turned the wheel to the left, and headed down the drive.

“Not yet,” Carson admitted. “I’ve got a line on one though, but not just any Mustang one I always said I’d have one day if I ever had the money.”

“Oh, classic I bet,” Alex said with a knowing smile.

“Yeah, a ‘65 Shelby.”

“You don’t get much more classic than that,” Alex said. “I don’t think a sexier car has ever been made.”

About half an hour later, Alex pulled the car up to the valet stand. She stepped out and smiled at the valet. “Fob’s in the cup holder,” she said to the young man.

“Thank you, Miss, enjoy your meal,” the young man said as he slid into the seat.

“Shall we?” Carson asked as he offered his arm to Alex. She smiled as she snaked her arm around his and the two walked side-by-side to the front of the steakhouse and through the door.

“Welcome to McCall’s may I please have your names?” the hostess said with a welcoming smile.

“Worthington, table for two,” Alex answered.

“Yes, here you are,” the hostess said looking at her tablet. “Your table should be momentary. If you’d like to sit and wait, please feel free,” she added as she motioned to a cluster of comfortable-looking leather seats.

“Thanks,” Carson said with a nod. The two made their way to the seats and sat down. The leather was cool and comfortable. Carson looked around the restaurant and was genuinely impressed. It was much nicer than he would have thought. The walls were a deep dark red with black and gold trimming. The floor looked to be black marble with swirls of white. Under each darkly colored table was a thick red lush rug. “Nice place.”

“Yeah, it’s been a favorite of mine since I was a kid.”

“Tell me something, what was your childhood like?”

“Typical, I suppose. Well, Typical for a wealthy girl growing up in Beverly Hills.”

“Pony riding lessons at 11:00, tennis at 2:00?”

“Golf actually,” Alex said with a slight laugh. “Since we're going over things we haven’t discussed yet, where did you grow up?”

“An extremely small town in the Mid-West.”

“What? like, Mayberry?”

“No, smaller. Let’s see we had, a bar, two churches, a gas station, a barber shop, and… yeah, that’s about it.”

“Holy shit, you're not kidding. No offense, but how did you not go stir-crazy?”

“It was only about an hour's drive to a big enough city, and the neighboring town had a Wal-Mart and a grocery store. So we’d find someone to buy us beer and go into one of our buddies' fields to drink and camp in the summer. In the winter, it was someone’s house.”

“Okay, when did you first know you were interested in the BDSM life?”

“Uh shortly after I turned eighteen. I came across a video of a guy that had this hot redhead tied up. He was fingering her until she came, begging for his permission.”

“Did he give it?”

“No, and then he used a flogger on her ass before having her suck him off,” he said with a smile. “And what about you?”

“Around the same age. My mom and dad took me to the club for the first time. I watched one woman dominate another and it woke something up in me. I knew I wanted to dom other women and find an equal partner in a man. That first part, easy enough, the other part not so much.”

“First real experience in life, not just watching a video or a live performance?”

“A day or two later,” she said with a shrug. “I signed up for a class in learning how to spank and Lady Stephanie, one of the club's most experienced dominatrices taught me to use all kinds of implements,” Alex answered. “You’re turn.”

“Around twenty or twenty-one. After a lot of trying I convinced my girlfriend at the time to let me use pillow cases to tie her to the bed, but that’s all she would allow.”

“But that one taste is all it took?”

“Exactly. But then a few short years later, I inherit a fortune, move out to California, find Kennedy and Josslyn, and well,” he said with a shrug.

“Join the club, get another couple of submissives, and gain the attention of a dominant woman looking for an equal partner and not a dom or a sub in a man.”

“I prefer to think of you as a beautiful and very interesting dominant woman.”

"'Beautiful and very interesting?' Hmm... I'll take it. Would you like to know how I prefer to think of you?"

"Well, I have found that it is usually advantageous to know where you stand in life."

"For the first time in my life, I see a man not afraid of his desires, and not afraid of mine either."

"Well let's hope I deliver."

"Mmm, let’s," Alex said with a seductive smirk.

"Excuse me, Miss Worthington, your table is ready," the hostess said with a smile and a slight bow.

"Thank you," both Carson and Alex said as they stood. They followed the hostess until they reached a small table lit by candles in an otherwise dimly lit corner of the restaurant. Carson pulled Alex’s seat out and pushed it in under her before taking his seat.

"Enjoy your meals, Miguel will be with you shortly."

"Thank you," the pair replied again.

A minute later, a tall dark man with short dark hair and a neatly trimmed goatee came to the table. "Good evening, my name is Miguel. I'll be taking care of you tonight. Can I start you with any drinks or an appetizer?"

"You like mushrooms right? The stuffed mushrooms here are to die for," Alex said with a ravenous look in her eye.

"I do," Carson answered with a nod.

"Okay, an order of the mushrooms for the table, and I'll have... the Bloody Mary mocktail, I'm driving."

"Very good, Miss. For you, Sir?"

"I'll have the same please."

"I'll get the mushrooms in, and be right back with those drinks," Miguel said before leaving the table.

or a change they know they need to make but are fighting against it either consciously or subconsciously.”

“Hmm, would you be willing to read me some time, if I get brave enough to that is?” she asked as she cut into her steak.

“Yeah I’d be glad to, and no pressure on my end. When or if you’re ready,” he said as he cut into his steak, the juices of the perfectly cooked steak began to drain onto his mashed potatoes. He inhaled sharply through his nose as the perfectly cooked rare steak exploded with flavor in his mouth.

“I assume you approve?”

“Hell yeah,” he said as he cut into the steak again.

“Can I ask you something about Tarot or a couple of things?”

“If you are comfortable doing so, yes.”

“How did you get into it?”

“I’ve always been drawn to the occult I suppose. When I was in school elementary, middle, and high school were all in the same building and from day one we were always told that the building was haunted by the middle school and high school kids. At first of course you believe it, then you get older and you think it’s bullshit, then one night, you come face to face with the ghost before it vanishes right before your eyes.”

“Really? Do they know who the ghost is, or was?”

"A former teacher there. Marjorie Thatcher. She had a heart attack during graduation in the mid-80’s sometime.”

“Wow, that put a damper on the ceremony I bet.”

“No doubt. After that, I became very interested in ghosts and the paranormal and even went on a few investigations. From there, it was a short jump to Tarot.”

“That makes sense. Anyway my other question, do you have a favorite card?”

“Depends on the deck I’m using,” he answered.

“You have more than one?”

“Yeah. I have a traditional Rider-Waite Deck, a Universal Monsters Deck, a Greek Mythology Deck, a Game of Thrones Deck, and a Dragon Deck.”

“I had no idea there were so many different decks.”

“You’d be surprised, and they keep coming out with new ones all the time. For instance, I’m trying to track down a James Bond Deck.”

“Okay, what card do you like in the Rider-Waite deck?”

“The Fool,” he answered without hesitation.

“That doesn’t sound like a good card to draw.”

“Some readers think it is the most powerful card in the entire deck. It represents the start of a journey or a new experience, and I love that feeling you get at the beginning of a good book when anything can happen. Or, to relate it to your passion for art, when a painter, photographer, or sculptor is working with a blank canvas or hung of marble or wood, or just takes random shots with nothing in mind and just sees what comes out of it. Kinda like the aces in the minor Arcana, all the potential in the world is there, if you're willing to work at it.”

“‘Minor Arcana?’”

“A traditional Tarot Deck is made of two subsets of cards. The Major Arcana and The Minor Arcana. The Major Arcana are the cards most people think of first ****, The Fool, or The Lovers for instance. The Minor Arcana is further divided into the pip or number cards of the four suits. Traditionally those are Swords, Cups, Coins or Pentacles, and Wands, on top of that each suit has its court cards: a page, knight, queen, and king.”

“How many cards are there in a deck?”

“Seventy-eight, or as one book I’ve used for research purposes calls them ‘Seventy-Eight Degrees of Wisdom.”

“That seems like a lot,” Alex said her eyes wide with surprise.

“It is, but it gets easier with time, especially if you think of them as something you can relate them to. For me, it helps to think of them as seventy-eight chapters of an epic story. For you, perhaps seventy-eight pictures that make up a larger mural.”

“That does help, thanks. I just might take you up on that reading if I’m ever in the mood to know my future.”

“No problem, and it’s not so much the future as it is a possible future. The future isn’t set in stone. You have free will and any decision you make can change things. I tend to think of it as what is the most likely outcome as the variables stand now.”

“Could I maybe see your decks sometime? Unless they're like super private or something.”

“Absolutely. Does that mean we’re going on a second date, outside of the club and not involving our girls I mean?”

“Well, the cards you might say are in your favor,” she said with a smirk.

The two continued to eat until their food was gone. Carson paid the bill claiming that since she picked, he should pay, and after another short half-hour drive they were back at his mansion. They walked into the large home, and the lighting in the common areas turned to night light mode. The dim light providing just enough light to see by.

“Looks, like they’re all sleeping,” Alex said as he turned to face her. “What do you say we do the same?”

“I say,” he said before he kissed her. It was a long passionate kiss. their hands roamed the other’s body and their tongues danced as they explored each other.

“Just one thing,” she said slightly short of breath as she kicked off her shoes.

“I know, no domination, no submission, equals. If you need to stop or want me to, just say so.”

“Thank you,” she said before kissing him again. He offered her his hand and she took it as he led her up to his room.

Once there, he pulled her close and unzipped her dress as she began to unbutton his shirt. Their clothes hit the floor and for the second time, they took in one another’s naked bodies. This time there was no submissive woman for them to share. There was only them. He guided her to the bed, she sat at the foot of it and slid back allowing him to crawl onto the bed. He lowered himself to her and they began to kiss again as he lowered his body to lay next to her. She reached over and gently stroked his throbbing member making him groan slightly deep in his throat making it sound like a lustful growl.

He returned the favor as he slid two of his fingers inside her wet, warm channel, causing her to moan louder.

“Oh god, that feels good,” she purred.

“Good, I want to make you feel good, I want you to feel like the beautiful woman I see when I look at you,” he whispered into her ear before he began kissing her neck and nibbling on her right earlobe. “Tell me Alex, how do you like to be touched?”

“Just like this,” she said as she tilted her neck allowing him more access and grinding her hips against his hand. “I-I want to ride you,” she said as her free hand glided across his muscular chest. His free hand curved around her body, finding the small of her back. He rolled onto his back, gently pulling her with him. She slid her leg over him so she could straddle him, and gently guided him into her. She began to gently grind her hips against his, as he lifted his hips to meet her. She lowered her upper body to his. They began to kiss again, their hands seeking the others and gripping them tightly.

The only sounds in the room were their labored breathing and the bed frame creaking softly as they moved in a timeless dance, a tango between the sheets. Eventually, she raised herself to an upright position. He sat up with a smile, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her passionately again. Slowly, he slid them back until he felt the cool smooth wood of the large headboard against his back. Alex began to raise and lower herself and he matched her rhythm perfectly with his hips. Time slowed to a crawl for the two. There was only them. Nothing else in the world mattered. As they continued their breathing became more and more labored as they began to moan loudly. Their pace grew ever quicker as their orgasm built and built until both were rapidly approaching the edge of release.

“Alex, wait, I’m getting close,” he said through gritted teeth as he tried to hold back.

“Me too, it’s okay. Cum with me, I-I want you to cum in me,” she said before their lips clamped together passionately. As if on auto-pilot their hands grasped onto one another’s again and squeezed as they groaned loudly into one another’s mouth.

Their bodies shuddered as they came together. Alex collapsed onto him, her breasts heaving against his chest, gasping for air. He held her close to him running his hand up and down her back, calming her breathing down.

”Wow,” he said after several moments of them catching their breath as he gently rubbed her back.

“Yeah, wow,” she said before nuzzling into his shoulder and closing her eyes.

What will happen next? Answer in comments.

A) Monica enjoys some puppy time with Carson and Alex

B) Carson and Alex watch as Kennedy doms one of the other girls for their entertainment. Which girl?

C) Ellie begins working at a nearby, and exclusive strip club

D) Carson and Alex meet up at the club for another weekend of fun.

E) Something else. What?