Chapter 15 Harper #2
We’re in a rather large dimly lit room. There’s a stage in front of us and several velvet draped booths circle the room, like boxed seats at an opera house. Nate leads me to one and opens the half-door to usher me in.
“We’ll be comfortable here,” Nate says, pulling me onto a couch in our booth. “And it’s quite private. Very difficult to see into the other boxes.” He settles me on his lap, whispering in my ear. “Besides, everyone’s attention will be on the stage.”
“Is it a show?”
I can feel his lips curl up into a smile against my ear. “A very interesting one.”
I want to ask him about the man from the hallway.
To ask why his reaction had been so cold when he mentioned this Renee person.
But just then the lights dim even lower around us, sending the room into darkness.
I have no idea if the other boxes are full or if we’re the only viewers—Nate was right, it’s nearly impossible to see into the shadows.
My heart is pounding with anticipation and what I’m pretty sure is excitement—though it might be closer to fear.
Before I can ask any questions, the curtains of the stage swing open and I stifle a gasp.
There’s a woman there, a beautiful, completely naked woman with deep chestnut curls and an absolutely ridiculous body.
But it isn’t her beauty that I find shocking—it’s her position.
She’s restrained against a large wooden, diagonal cross, her wrists and ankles cuffed to the arms, legs spread, exposed to us.
“Hello, pet,” says a voice from the edge of the stage. I recognize Philip standing there, in his expensive fine suit, looking up at the woman like she’s prey.
“Philip and Cherise,” Nate explains to me, gesturing toward the still silent woman. “They often work together.”
“Work?”
He grins. “I suppose play is more accurate.”
Philip steps up on the stage and walks to a dresser, pulling items out and laying them out on top. I squirm against Nate, thinking about the whip scene.
“I’m sure you have questions,” Nate whispers, brushing a lock of hair behind my ear.
“Is that a St. Andrews Cross?” I ask, nodding at the wooden structure I’ve only ever seen pictures of.
“Indeed,” he replies. “Very common in playrooms. They restrain the individual for punishments or for easier…access.”
I swallow, my eyes glued to the woman, whose breathing has sped up in anticipation, though she remains silent. “Cherise is an excellent sub,” Nate explains. “A great example to learn from.”
My stomach twists at the thought of him having first-hand knowledge of how great she might be. I try to concentrate on the scene, on Philip as he arranges the items from the dresser on a small table next to the cross. He turns back and I see he holds a crop in his hand. My breath hitches.
Moving closer to Cherise, Philip slides the crop over her bare breasts, which now seem to be positively heaving in anticipation. With no warning, he brings the crop up swiftly into the air and then down on her left breast. She gasps slightly, but otherwise makes no noise.
“Red or green, my pet?” Philip asks.
“Green, Master,” Cherise whispers.
“She’s letting him know how she feels,” Nate explains. “Red is her safe word. She’ll use it if she wants him to stop. Saying green lets him know she’s okay, that she’s ready to proceed.”
“Does it hurt her?” I whisper, as Philip again brings the crop down.
“Crops aren’t particularly painful. But even if it does hurt, she’ll enjoy it.”
I remember the sting of his spankings and I shift again, feeling distinctly wet between my legs. Nate rests his chin on my shoulder, and pulls me closer.
Philip uses the crop against Cherise’s breasts for several minutes.
She’s audibly gasping now, her breath coming in rapid pants, and I can tell she’s struggling to wiggle her hips despite the tight restraints on her legs.
Slowly, Philip moves the crop lower and lower on her body until he’s lightly whipping the area between her legs.
Cherise moans, loudly, and Philip chuckles. “You like that, hmm?”
“Yes, Master.” He does it again.
“I wonder how wet she is,” Nate whispers in my ear. “If he wanted, he could tie her up the other way, so she was facing into the cross. Then he would use it to restrain her while he punished her. But tonight, Philip is pleasuring her, rewarding her.”
As if in response to Nate’s words, Philip lowers the crop to the table and picks up another object, too small for me to see, but Nate releases a low sigh behind me. Philip brings the object to Cherise, kissing her lightly on the lips. “Green or red?”
“Green,” she pants.
“See how he takes care of her?” Nate whispers. “See how she trusts him? That’s his job, as her Master. To take care of her.”
I’m so wet now it’s getting uncomfortable.
Everything about this is turning me on, the couple before us, the dirty things they’re doing, the idea that there are others in this room, watching like us.
The feel of Nate’s arms around me, his broad chest behind my back, his hardness so evident under my ass.
“That’s why I wanted you to see this. So that you would know it’s not all about pain.”
“If it’s not about pain,” I breathe out, “what’s it about?”
“Control. Trust.”
Philip brings the object to the space between Cherise’s spread legs and it suddenly becomes obvious what it is. As he touches the vibrator to her pussy, she moans again, jumping slightly against her restraints.
“You will not come until your Master allows it, pet,” Philip instructs in a clear voice.
“I will use your pussy as long as I like.” Slowly, he begins thrusting the vibrator in and out of her center.
She’s so wet I can hear the sound it makes as he fucks her with it, even from across the room.
That control Nate mentioned positively emanates from Philip as he handles the submissive.
There’s something about him standing there in his suit while she’s bound and naked—he looks powerful and in command, a king ruling over his domain.
I wiggle in Nate’s lap. This is so erotic, so undeniably dirty. I feel embarrassed and turned on—but mostly I feel jealous. I want to feel what Cherise is feeling. I want to be on display like that, used like that. Pleasured like that.
“Orgasm control is a popular exercise,” Nate murmurs, slipping a hand up my thigh to the hemline of my dress. I shudder at the contact and he doesn’t slow down, bringing his fingers higher and higher “He controls everything about her body, even her pleasure.”
“I want you to have that control with me,” I whisper, too overwhelmed with the desire to care about being embarrassed.
Nate exhales heavily against my neck. “So do I.” He nudges my legs farther apart and his fingers find my center, rubbing over my clit through my soaked panties. I moan out loud, and Cherise’s eyes snap to mine, just as Philip tosses the vibrator aside.
“Oh, Harper,” Nate whispers, sliding the material of my underwear aside to touch my bare skin. “So wet for me. Such a good girl.”
I almost come right there. Cherise’s eyes are still glued to our box, watching as I moan and squirm.
Nate’s fingers thrust slowly in and out of my pussy, almost lazily, as he watches Philip carefully remove his suit coat and unzip his pants.
Without a word he walks over and enters Cherise in one smooth movement.
I watch the stage, too, transfixed, as her eyes glaze with desire, her milky skin blotchy now, flushed with emotion.
Philip places his hands on the cross on either side of her head and then he’s fucking her, really fucking her, and God, it’s so hot to watch. I can feel Nate’s cock, hard and throbbing, under my ass and I want him. Right here. I want him to fuck me the way Philip is fucking Cherise.
And I don’t care who sees us.
“Please,” I moan, wiggling against him, willing his fingers to touch my clit. “Please.”
“Not here,” he murmurs directly in my ear, making me shiver. “Not so soon. But someday…someday, Harper, I’m going to fuck you in a room full of people. Let them all watch you, see what a greedy, filthy girl you are.”
“Oh, God,” I whisper. “I want that.”
“Fuck,” Nate groans, loud in my ear, and I’m sure the other people in this room can hear him. Then he’s lifting me up, cradling me in his arms and carrying me out of the box and back to the hall. As we leave the room the last thing I hear is Philip ordering Cherise to come.
“Where are we going?” I ask, breathless, clinging to his neck, missing the feel of his fingers in me.
Nate doesn’t respond as he marches down the hall to another door. He slams it open to reveal a stark room with barely any space for the small couch in the center.
“Nate—”
“I need to be inside you,” he growls. “And I wasn’t going to do it in there, where Philip could see.”
He collapses onto the couch, pulling me on his lap so we’re in the same position we’d been in before, my back against his front.
“Want it just like this,” he mutters, grabbing his belt buckle. “The view in there was fucking incredible.”
“They were beautiful,” I agree, leaning my head back to rest on his shoulder.
He makes a scoffing noise. “Not them. You. Sitting in my lap. Being able to look down at you like that. All I wanted was to get you naked.” God, his words make me crazy.
I want nothing more than to sit here and listen to that raspy, low voice of his, filled with the same lust and desire I feel.
“Lift up a bit,” he says gruffly, pushing on my hips.
“What?”
“I’m taking my pants off,” he explains. “You need to move a little.”
I can definitely get behind that. If his pants are coming down, that’s only good news for me.
His hands move quickly under me, unzipping his pants and pulling down his boxers.
I hear a crinkle of a condom wrapper and vaguely wonder if he had it in his pocket or if the rooms at Club Wyld readily supply them to patrons.
“Good girl,” he says, pulling me back down, and the familiar warmth spreads through me. His hard cock is against my thigh and I want it inside me, need it inside me.
“Now let’s get this dress off of you so I can see those gorgeous tits.” In one motion he pulls up the material, lifting the shift dress easily over my head and throwing it to the floor before pulling me back against him, my bare skin touching his. I shiver slightly.
“Bra off,” he demands. “And panties.”
I have to suppress a full body shudder at the command in his voice. I do what he says and he pulls me back into his lap, his movements hurried now, like he’s as impatient as I am.
“God, yes, I like this angle,” he says, looking down at me over my shoulder.
He nudges his knees in between mine, forcing me to spread my legs wide.
“You sitting in my lap, stretched out in front of me. Your tits heaving as you breathe, your nipples tight for me. I can see everything.” He moves his fingers back between my legs, finding my clit, and I moan, writhing in his lap. “Definitely my new favorite view.”
I like it too. I feel safe here, his arms wrapped around me, the solidity of his chest behind me, his head next to mine, breath hot in my ear.
“You were brave tonight,” he whispers, nipping at my earlobe. “Even though you were scared. I’m proud of you.” I sigh happily at his praise. This man could get me to do anything when he talks to me like that. “I think you should be rewarded. How about I make you come here in my lap?”
“Yes, Nate,” I whimper. “Oh, please.”
He tugs harder at my nipple. “What part of sir did you not understand the first five times I told you?”
Shit. “I’m sorry, sir.”
I’m afraid he’s going to punish me by removing his hand but he slips a finger into me instead. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes, sir,” I moan, writhing uncontrollably in his lap as he inserts a second finger.
“Come for me, then. Come hard around my fingers.” His voice is rough, demanding, and I have no choice but to obey. Not that I would want to deny him. Not when it feels like this. I shatter, the muscles in my pussy clenching down tight on his fingers.
Before I can even start to come down he’s lifting me again, then pulling roughly on my hips, impaling my pussy on his rock hard cock. I gasp, the orgasm still rippling through me, egged on by this new fullness.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he growls in my ear. “And you better not come again until I say so.”
I know right away that this isn’t going to last long. Nate is already groaning, a long low noise, his hips erratic as he thrusts. “God, you’re tight,” he mutters, running his tongue across the back of my neck. “You’re ready, aren’t you? You want to come again so bad you can’t stand it.”
I merely whimper in response.
“You take my dick so good, Harper.”
I can’t speak clearly, can’t even think. Every cell in my body is arching towards that release, yearning for it, and all I can do is pant and beg and writhe and please, Nate, please.
“Come for me,” he growls. “Come all over my cock.”
And that’s it. The second he allows it my orgasm overtakes me, sending sparks from my core all the way to my finger tips. I think I might be screaming but I’m too completely consumed by sensation to tell. All I know is pleasure, release. And it’s so, so good.
“Fuck.” Nate grunts behind me. “You’re amazing.”
I feel his heat explode into me, his entire body going taut, and I know he’s coming too, his orgasm sending me even further over the edge.
It seems like hours, days, before I’m finally able to breathe again, to come back to myself. “You’re trembling,” he whispers, rubbing my arms.
“Yes, sir.”
He laughs low in my ear. “Good girl. You may call me Nate again.”
I relax back against his chest, loving the feel of his semi-rigid cock still inside me, his arms tight around me.
“You did very well,” he says, continuing to rub my arms.
“Thank you. Thank you for…well… everything.”
“I think I’m the one who should be saying that.”
I turn in his arms so I can see his face, shaking my head. “No, Nate. You’re…you’re showing me a whole new world. You’re changing everything for me.”
He holds my gaze for a long moment, his eyes searching, before his expression finally softens. “Come on,” he says, giving me a last squeeze. “There’s plenty more to see in this new world.”