Chapter 13 – Juliana
H e points toward the stairs on one end of the room and then to the hallway beside the stage. “A bedroom or a playroom?”
I’ve never visited any of the playrooms. I’ve never been auctioned off either. Tonight, I can be whoever I want to be. My brain feels a bit scrambled, but my heart is thundering when I answer, “Aren’t you supposed to give me my birthday spanking, big spender?”
His eyes light up. Swaying slightly, he takes my hand and leads the way past the stage.
The hall is bathed in red light and there’s a crowd outside the first room we pass.
Everyone’s peering in a large picture window.
The first woman who was in the auction, the one in the dominatrix outfit, is inside wearing a strap-on and…
“I’d say her highest bidder is getting what he wants, wouldn’t you?” Liam says, chuckling as the voyeurs are enthralled by the spectacle of a well-dressed man getting pegged.
My face burns and a shocked little squeak escapes my mouth. “I may be too vanilla for your club.”
“It’s the finest of the flavors,” he promises, wrapping his arm around me. “We’ll have privacy. Exhibitionism isn’t one of my kinks either.” He says that after we made out in a room full of people? I may be too vanilla for this man, too.
A member turns at the sound of our voices.
She’s younger than me and gives me a grin as her eyes undress Liam.
“Way to go, cougar.” He’s amused by it, laughing as he pulls me on down the hallway.
I’m not sure how that made me feel. It’s probably better if I let the alcohol buzz wash her comment away.
The Stockade is blissfully free when we arrive.
Liam flips on the ‘in use’ light and locks the door behind us after ushering me inside.
I remember when the guys were talking about the various rooms they were designing last year.
This one’s supposed to be the ‘tame’ BDSM room. “Tame,” I huff to myself.
The soft blue interior and warm lighting is soothing, and the sex bench in the middle of the room is draped in a darker blue velvet, almost masquerading as a unique sort of sofa.
The orgasm tower with back stockade, on the other hand, would be considered…
interesting décor choices. Not to mention the straps, nipple clamps, cock rings, bowl full of condoms and lube, assorted whips and paddles and whatever the hell that thing is.
“A cock and ball pillory,” Liam states, noticing my confusion.
“Uh… What?”
“I can demonstrate if you wish.” My horrified expression has him biting back laughter. “Look at this. Found a retailer who had it and ordered some.” He proudly hands me a bottle of blueberry-flavored lube. “Customer satisfaction is my middle name,” he adds with a wink.
It’s exactly what I needed to get in the right headspace again. I burst out laughing, collapsing against him. “I thought you told me your middle name was Archibald.”
“Shush. I told you that in the strictest confidence,” he murmurs, tugging me closer and dipping his head down.
The laughter ends as the temperature in the room rises.
I suck in a quick breath while burying my hands in his soft, thick hair before our mouths crash together.
This man can kiss like nobody’s business.
Hot, sweet, possessive. It checks boxes I didn’t even know needed checking and I want to be kissed this way every single day.
When I’m a panting mess again, I nod toward the bench. “So, how does that thing work? Are you licensed to drive it?” I tease .
He groans, pulling back to adjust himself. “I should be. I helped build it.”
“I had no idea you could make furniture!” But that’s not why my brow is furrowing. He made it. How often has he used it?
“I’ve toyed around with furniture-making since I got my office job. Something to keep idle hands busy. I’ve always wanted to try this. I was just waiting on the right lady.”
My cheeks heat up, unable to contain my wide grin. Then, my nose crinkles up. “Looks sturdy enough but how clean is it? Before you answer that, remember that I’ve stayed at your place in-between the cleaning service days.”
He huffs a laugh. “Promise we’re fanatical about cleaning around here, honey. Let me show you how this works. But first… I’ll need those panties.” God, the way his gravelly voice gets to me. Flushing, I do as he says, hot and achy and eager to obey.
His hand is steady as he takes them from my shaking one.
He holds them to his nose, inhaling slowly and deeply.
“Fuck, you’re going to be so sweet.” His eyelids flutter closed and he adjusts himself again.
I’m ready to drop to my knees and offer my assistance with that.
He pockets my panties and removes his jacket.
“Come here, Juliana.” The needful tightening between my legs increases with every word he utters.
My dress still covers me, and I’m glad the lighting is not very bright in here, but I feel undeniably naughty when he tells me where to place my chest, my arms, and my legs on the bench.
The sound of a restraint clicking closed makes me gulp after he wraps the first strap around one of my thighs.
“Be still, Birthday Girl. You’re going to let me work this luscious ass over, aren’t you? ”
I can’t do more than whimper and nod when he pats my bottom.
Molten fire bubbles in my belly with the liquor I’ve consumed and my arousal burns hotter than the sun.
I love the soft, velvety feel of the bench wherever it touches my bare skin while he works the other restraints around me – click, click, click .
Laying my cheek against the facerest, in my peripheral view I can see Liam removing his shirt, ratcheting things up another notch.
He selects one of the smaller paddles from the wall.
It’s black leather with little heart-shaped cut-outs.
My butt cheeks clench. Everything does.
Paddle in hand, he prowls toward me, mischief and desire dancing in his mesmerizing eyes. But, his voice is comforting when he leans into my ear, whispering, “You can say stop at any time. You can say no right now and I’ll release you.”
I appreciate his words even if I don’t need them. Liam would never push for more than what I freely give. “I’m at your mercy, but this doesn’t make me feel powerless.”
“You could never be powerless in my eyes, honey.”
A soft sigh passes between my lips.
Followed by a loud gasp when the paddle swishes downward with a hearty thwack .
“Oh!” Three more swats in quick succession.
It stings and has me struggling against the restraints, but my clit is pressed against the center support and the friction is just right.
Holy hell, that felt nice. More than nice.
I never considered I might have a kink at all.
Definitely didn’t consider this one. But, with Liam, it looks like I might.
I fight to contain a moan, and he doesn't approve. “I can’t tell if I have your attention or not when you don’t make a sound.” Three more swats, harder this time, and I can’t hold it in. It’s such a wanton sounding wail. “That’s my girl.”
His husky praise combined with the caressing touch of his palm has me nearing a climax.
How in the hell? The room is warm but feels noticeably cooler as he pulls my dress up to bare my bottom.
There’s a deep rumbling chuckle. “Such a pretty pink shade your gorgeous ass is turning.” A feather-light brush of his lips against one of my burning ass cheeks follows. Oh my God.
He gives the other cheek some attention and my nails are leaving indentations in the velvet-covered padding. The pain followed by the praise, the pressure on my clit, the thrill of doing something so not me makes it unbearably good. “Liam,” I pant .
“Want me to stop?” I shake my head then turn it into a nod. He smirks. “Want something else?” I nod, vigorously.
A dark chuckle and he’s dropping the paddle. He moves in front of me, his erection at eye level, jutting forcefully against the front of his pants. “Baby, that beautiful ass is cherry red now, and I know just how to kiss and make it feel all better… if you’ll let me.”
I shift my hips as much as the restraints allow, dying for it. “Make it all better, Liam.”
“Fucking hell.” He disappears from my view, but his hot breath soon tickles my tender flesh when he kneels behind me. “Look at this pink pussy throbbing and dripping for me. Fuck, I’ve wanted to taste you for so long, Juliana.”
He truly sounds desperate to do so. I know I’m desperate for him to.
He starts kissing one round cheek, a trail of soft pecks that leads to the inside of my thigh.
I feel the bench shudder slightly as he adjusts the leg supports.
Suddenly, my thighs are moving further apart.
He’s spreading me open, completely baring my lower half for his inspection.
My face blazes as those hateful inner words strain to be heard above my liquid courage until…
“Ohhhh,” I moan as he slowly licks my center from top to bottom.
“That’s right. All the O’s you want,” he promises before his hands grasp my hips.
I feel his stubble grazing my delicate skin as he really lets me have it.
He lashes my clit with his tongue and then sucks one puffy lip into his mouth before doing the same to the other.
Lapping at my entrance, he makes this obscene sound between a slurp and a hum and, somehow, it’s fucking hot coming from him.
One of his hands slides between me and the bench, and he’s masterfully teasing my clit as he tongue fucks me. I’m already cresting. “Never. Never, never…” I babble, blown away by how good it is and how fast it’s claiming me.
Oral sex was an issue in my marriage. I gave and he received.
The other way around? Chad said I was incapable of relaxing enough to enjoy it, like I was defective somehow.
I’ve come to realize that, for a self-proclaimed player, Chad didn’t know what the fuck he was doing down below nor did he care enough to figure it out.
Liam knows exactly what he’s doing and even cares enough to figure out what might make it even better.
My cries of pleasure are still echoing around us, my inner walls still contracting from the release when I hear click, click, click again . “Time to change this up, sweetness. I need better access to this pussy.”
Whoosh. The restraints are undone and I’m a pancake being scooped up and flipped. My back meets the center support of the bench and I’m face to face with Liam. “Do you know how fucking incredible you taste?” he pants, my arousal coating his lips.
“Ungh,” is my highly intelligent response so he kisses me to show me. He kisses me like he could kiss me forever. My heart starts chanting, Let him!
“My birthday girl deserves all the frosting. I’d rather lick her.
” Swift and sure, he restrains my wrists - click, click.
I’m his dessert to relish and I can’t wait to be consumed.
Then, he sinks to his knees again, draping my thighs over his bare shoulders, and devours me.
I can’t believe he’s diving in for seconds.
You’d think he’s been dying of thirst in the desert and I’m his oasis.
His fingers, lips and tongue play me like a custom-made instrument.
I writhe and whimper and beg him not to stop.
When he sucks on my clit, my vision goes hazy and I scream his name. Two orgasms in a handful of minutes. I’ve clearly died and gone to paradise. And, he’s not done.
“I want you, Juliana,” he pants, wild-eyed and palming his cock through his pants. “I want all of you. Please. I’ve fucking dreamt of this so many times.”
I’ve dreamt of it lately, too. Heart pounding, I crook my finger, beckoning him to stand and take me.
He’s up in a millisecond, freeing his beautiful cock from his clothes before dragging me up off the bench.
“Liam!” I claw at his shoulders like a kitty that’s climbed too high. “I’m too heavy for you to pick up!”
“Like hell, you are,” he growls, rubbing the head of his shaft through my wet, swollen folds with one hand while his other arm holds me with ease. My panicked breaths have him murmuring in my ear. “I won’t drop you, honey. I’d never let you fall.”
Even though I know he’s teetering on drunk, I believe him. Desire takes back over and I’m soon trembling with lust. I want more of what he’s been giving me. I want to watch him come, too. Over and over.
He glances at the bowl where the lube and condoms sit before our eyes meet again. We both smirk. “Don’t need a condom, do we?” I ask, giving him a coquettish grin.
“No, we fucking don’t.”