Chapter 51
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
Laura stood in the center of the room, glowing in the light of a single well-aimed lamp, radiant in her silence, her stillness. She posed like a goddess, hips and shoulders tilted to emphasize her perfect, full curves, one hand demurely cupping one breast, the other outstretched, inviting.
Speechless, James took a step toward her, his gaze moving hungrily over her mostly bare body, drawn further into the scene Kate had orchestrated for him. Music began to play through the club’s speakers and his desire took on the pulse of the beat as he drank in the sight of her.
Desire pulsed through him as he took in the sight of her: barely dressed in exquisite lace-trimmed silk lingerie, the deep wine color accentuating her flawless complexion. Her dark brown and silver-streaked hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face in captivating waves. The heels she wore added an extra touch of sensuality to her already alluring presence. But it was the wide ribbon tied around her waist like a sash, complete with a large bow matching the color of her lingerie, that caught James's attention.
As he approached his submissive, a surge of emotions overtook him, so tightly interwoven, it was difficult to identify any particular one, apart from desire. Their connection, once threatened by uncertainty and fear, now bloomed in bright new colors. His heart pounded in a primal rhythm as he stalked toward her, deciding maybe surprises weren’t so bad after all.
With a raised eyebrow he stopped in front of her. “What’s this about, honey?” he inquired, letting her see his hungry gaze move over her body.
Laura's nervousness was evident in her eyes, but his woman stood straight. “You know how doubtful I’ve been about a serious relationship. I wanted to show you I’m ready to commit by giving you a special present.”
Elation coursed through him at Laura's answer. The weight of her commitment and submission settled upon him, filling him with a deep sense of satisfaction. He had dreamed of this moment, yearned for it with every fiber of his being. But he had to ensure that Laura understood the significance of her decision. His voice held a husky intensity as he asked, his eyes locked onto hers, “You’re giving yourself to me?”
Laura nodded and bit her lip.
Primal possessiveness stirred within James as he continued, “Do you realize if you commit, you’re mine – body, mind and soul?” As far as he was concerned, there was no room for doubt or half-heartedness in the dynamics they were about to embark upon. If she was in, she was his.
Laura didn’t hesitate. In her response, her voice steady and filled with trust. “Yes, sir. ”
Before another word could be spoken, James’s lips crashed over hers and he kissed her, his tongue demanding control of her mouth. His tongue delved into her mouth, demanding control, and she met him with equal fervor. As Laura kissed him back, she eagerly followed his tongue with her own.
As their lips finally parted, a playful giggle escaped Laura's lips. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she told him, “I’m afraid you’ll have to unwrap the gift yourself, Sir.”
“Unwrapping you will be my great pleasure, sub,” he murmured, savoring the power and connection that flowed between them. “I think I’ll need to inspect my present.”
“As you wish, Sir,” Laura responded, her voice a soft submission that sent a shiver down James's spine.
Taking a step back, James circled around Laura, his eyes roving over her form, appraising his present. He drank in every detail, committing the sight of her to memory. The lace-trimmed silk panties clung to her curves, accentuating her feminine allure, while the matching bra enhanced the natural beauty of her breasts. Her creamy skin glowed under the soft lights of the room, begging for his marks.
With each step James took, the air crackled with anticipation. He observed the way her breath hitched, the subtle quiver in her limbs, and the heightened color that painted her cheeks. She stood before him, vulnerable, yet resolute and proud.
When he returned to the front, his fingers deftly untied the bow that held the wide ribbon sash in place, slowly removing the elegant adornment. As the ribbon slipped through his hands, he tested the material for strength and softness.
The sash now discarded, James let his hands glide along Laura's sides, his touch both possessive and tender. His fingers traced the delicate lace of her lingerie, savoring the texture against his skin. The unspoken promise of their dynamic lingered in the air, a dance of power, pleasure, and surrender.
“As lovely as I think this looks on you –” He moved behind her and lowered her arms. “— it has to go.” He undid the clasp of her bra and lowered the straps from her shoulders and down her arms. “But I have plans for this bow.”
He guided her toward the St. Andrew’s Cross. The sturdy wooden structure highlighted by a spotlight stood as a symbol of her ultimate submission.
For the briefest of moments, James hesitated. A few people were at the bar already and more would be coming in soon. James’s scenes always caught the attention of the club members. Is she ready for a public scene?
“Do you remember your safewords?”
Her gaze was open and clear as a summer sky. “Yes, Sir, but I don’t need them.”
Taking the ribbon in his hands, he met Laura's eyes, conveying both his authority and his deep affection for her. His touch was firm yet gentle as he skillfully secured her wrists, binding them with the ribbon. Each careful knot formed a connection, a tangible reminder of their trust and the boundaries they willingly pushed together.
With Laura's hands secured, James stepped back to admire his handiwork. His eyes drank in the sight of her, bound and ready for his command. He marveled at the way her body responded to their dynamic, the subtle tension in her muscles, and the anticipation that ignited the depths of her gaze.
He relished in the power and responsibility that came with being her Dominant, knowing that their connection went far beyond the physical realm.
Leaning in close, James whispered in Laura's ear, his voice a mixture of authority and tender affection, “You are mine, my beautiful submissive. Surrender to me completely and trust that I will guide you through this journey.”
Laura's breath hitched. The sound reminded him of the moment she hovered on the threshold of an orgasm, fueling his desire.
He tied Laura’s hands, then hooked his thumbs into the band of her panties and shimmied the soft silk fabric down her hips and legs. He tapped her right ankle. “Step.”
She stepped out of her panties, and he repeated the procedure with her left side.
“Widen your stance.”
She shuffled her feet about two feet apart.
“More.”
She added space, and James tied her legs to the cross using her lingerie.
“Mine!” he growled in her ear. “Mine to spank.” He slapped both her buttocks in quick succession, and she sucked in a breath, the sound like music to his ears.
“Mine to torture.” He reached around to her front, pinching, and twisting her nipples until she let out a small cry.
“Mine to fuck.” His voice lowered as he thrust three fingers into her pussy. “And mine to mark!” He bit down on the muscle between her neck and shoulder, and he pressed his thumb against her clit. Laura’s juices freely flowed over his hand and trickled down her inner thighs.
She reveled in his dominance, his mastery over her body. Her body trembled, succumbing to his commanding presence. She pressed herself against the cold, smooth surface of the cross, her breathing heavy, and let herself be lost in subspace.
James smirked, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he closed the distance between them. “I’m going to flog you and then I’m going to fuck you here against this cross. When I’m finished here, I’m going to take you home, tie you to my bed and fuck you again,” he whispered in her ear.
Her body tingled with anticipation as a gentle touch grazed her spine, sending shivers down her back. The sensation was delicate, like the soft flutter of feathers. Her skin tingled, electric with anticipation. Every moment that his hands weren’t on her was a moment lost, a moment to mourn.
“It’s a suede flogger,” James murmured, his words mingling with the air. “Let’s see what you think of it.”
She felt his presence behind her, his warm breath caressing her neck as he positioned himself. The air crackled with anticipation as he began his seductive dance. The suede flogger traced a figure-eight pattern, effortlessly weaving through the air, painting petal soft strokes upon her skin. The alternating taps landed upon her left and right side, each impact gentle and teasing, like the tap-tap-tap of rainfall. The falls were so soft it almost felt like a massage. The touches like whispers of pleasure, cascading down her body. It was a symphony of sensations, awakening her senses with every stroke. The touch was so soft, so subtly intense, that it left her yearning for more.
James's fingertips glided across her shoulders, the abrasion of his calluses igniting a tingling sensation that spread through her body She leaned into his caress, relishing the little scratch. Sensations danced beneath her skin, intertwining with the warmth left behind by the flogger.
"How do you feel?"
Her lips curved into a satisfied smile as she met his gaze. “Wonderful, Sir,” she replied, her voice a soft whisper.
A deep chuckle rumbled from within him. “Hmm, that’s about right,” he remarked. “A flogger like this can sting, but it won’t hurt. There are other types of floggers that do hurt and can break the skin. I’m not into dishing out that kind of pain and you’re no masochist,” he reassured her. “It can be erotic to feel only a bit of pain.” With these words he stepped back again and the flogger came down hard on one cheek of her ass. He followed with a stinging swat to her other side.
Holy hell – those swats, she felt.
James closed the distance between them, his presence enveloping her. His hands, warm and comforting, sought out the spots where the flogger had left its tender mark. His touch was gentle yet firm, skillfully soothing the lingering sting that danced across her skin. As his fingers caressed her, she leaned into his touch.
A low, sensual moan escaped her lips. Oh, now it feels really good. The mixture of pleasure and relief intertwined, forming an intoxicating blend .
His velvety whisper broke the haze in her mind. “How are you doing?" he inquired, his tone brimming with genuine concern and a touch of commanding authority. He reached around and stroked her pussy. He chuckled again and circled her clit. “Answer me.”
Laura emitted a soft, indistinct sound, caught between a sigh and a whimper, as her legs trembled beneath her. Her mind wandered for a brief moment, the intensity of the sensations momentarily eclipsing her ability to respond, but then his voice pierced through the haze, snapping her back to the present.
“Honey?”
It took her a moment to register that he had asked her a question. What question? Oh, right. How am I doing?
“Green, Sir,” she managed to say in a low, sultry tone that bordered on a moan, desperate to continue, to delve deeper into this intimate dance they shared.
“Good.” The single syllable reverberated in the charged atmosphere as he resumed his deliberate motion, the flogger finding its mark once more. Each stroke carried a weight of purpose.
He hit her again and again, going from her shoulders to her knees, avoiding her spine and kidneys. He put more force behind the strokes on big muscles and fleshier parts like the buttocks and eased up on tender places. From time to time, he leaned his body into hers, to stroke and probe her pussy or tease her clit.
Skillfully, he drove her higher and higher to the pinnacle. She ascended, touch by touch, her arousal growing with each passing moment. The air thinned around her. Her heart pounded in her chest, matching the rhythm of his ministrations. Each labored breath fueled her lust, propelling her closer to the elusive peak .
With each stroke – whether from the flogger or his hands– her anticipation soared. She could almost taste the climax that awaited her at the zenith, the euphoria of release. Her muscles strained, pushed to their limits, as James pushed herself beyond what she thought possible.
She was vaguely aware that James shed his pants just as she reached the pinnacle of her ascent. His hands on her hips, the broad tip of his cock between her folds, he surged forward with one powerful thrust and entered her soaking pussy,
The sudden entrance shattered the last tendrils of control she had over her body. The ground trembled beneath her, and the blood rushed in her ears like the rumble of an avalanche. An unstoppable force surged forward, hurtling toward her with an overwhelming power. She screamed her orgasm as it consumed her. It was a torrent of chaos, an uncontrollable force that swept her from her feet, mercilessly dragging her with it.
“Green, Sir,” she moaned shakily.
James relished in the sound of her voice, a sultry murmur that sent a delicious shiver down his spine. Her affirmation, saturated with desire, echoed in his ears, fueling his own hunger to push their shared boundaries further.
"Good," he breathed, his voice laced with a touch of satisfaction. It was a fleeting moment of acknowledgment, a confirmation that they were in sync, that their dance of dominance and submission flowed harmoniously.
With purposeful intent, he resumed his measured motion, the suede flogger becoming an extension of his will. Each stroke carried weight, a calculated force that sought to elicit a myriad of sensations within her. From her shoulders to her knees, he methodically explored her canvas, ensuring to avoid the delicate territory of her spine and kidneys.
His experienced hand adjusted the intensity, discerning which areas could handle a stronger impact, and which required a gentler touch.
The strokes landed on the substantial muscles with more force, leaving their mark on the fleshy terrain of her buttocks. And in the tender places, he eased up, offering respite amidst the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain.
Between flogging, he teased her pussy and clit with expert fingers, until she was panting and wriggling against the cross, mindless with lust.
When her toes curled and her breathing became labored, he dropped his pants, sheathed him with the mandatory protection, and positioned himself behind her. His cock bumped her pussy. With a firm grip on her hips, he surged home and Laura screamed her pleasure.
James threw his head back in ecstasy as her slick pussy closed around his cock like a hot fist. Strong muscles pulsed around him and he pounded into her from behind, allowing her orgasm to trigger his own. His eyes rolled back in his head as heat shot up his spine and he spurted jet after jet of hot come into the condom.
He had been rock-hard from the moment he entered the room and seen his present. As he teased Laura higher and higher, his cock strained and wept to be inside her.
He was aware they now had an audience. As James let his body come down from one of the most powerful orgasms in his life, a flicker of movement caught his attention in his peripheral vision., but he hadn’t a clue who they were, and it didn’t matter – their identity an irrelevant detail. He was not normally one to engage in public sex, but in that exhilarating instant, it felt right. They were not a gawking crowd, but witnesses, as every marriage should be witnessed. And that was what this felt like, a marriage. Anything that came later – a license, a priest, a collar – all redundant. This was their real union.
A triumphant smile curled upon James' lips as the realization sank in. She is mine . The anticipation, the longing, the countless moments leading up to this climax, all coalesced into an overwhelming sense of possessiveness. He had yearned for her surrender, craved it with every fiber of his being. And now, at long last, it was within his grasp. Finally!
As James was looking after Laura, Chris and Kate tidied up the station. Their voices, hushed and filled with an unmistakable energy, mingled with the atmosphere, creating a backdrop of happiness and excitement. The same feelings that bubbled inside James.
His gaze shifted between Laura, nestled securely in his lap, and his friends, as they diligently tidied up the surroundings.
Kate, mindful of Laura’s state, approached James on cat’s feet. “How are you?” she inquired, her voice a gentle whisper, when they were finished with the cleaning.
A tender smile tugged at the corners of James's lips as he looked down at the woman curled on his lap. The weight of her trust and vulnerability settled within his heart, filling him with an indescribable contentment. “ Amazing,” he said in an equally soft voice. “Finally, the last barrier is gone. I’m confident we’ll be great together.”
“Planning on collaring her?” Chris asked. He sounded a bit gruff, but James knew his friend was pleased for him. They would talk later – right now his woman was all that mattered.
James contemplated the question, while stroking up and down Laura’s body. She was wrapped in a blanket and still blissfully unaware of her surroundings. “We have to discuss it,” he began. “I would love to marry and collar her, but I have to tread carefully. I think maybe collaring first because it won’t remind her of Jake the way marriage might.”
Laura stirred on his lap and he turned his focus from his friends to his submissive. He reached for a bottle of vitamin water, pressing it to her lips. She drank with a thirst that showed she spend a lot of energy and fluids in the scene.
“Slowly,” he cautioned and pulled back the bottle before letting her drink some more. With tender care, James extended the square of rich, dark chocolate towards Laura's lips. His movements were deliberate and unhurried. He held the chocolate square within her reach, allowing her to take it at her own pace. The aroma of the velvety confection wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of their shared intimacy.
Laura's lips parted, her eyes meeting his. The moment hung suspended, a delicate pause that mirrored the balance they had established. And then, with a slight tilt of her head, she accepted the offering, her tongue flicking out to taste the decadent sweetness.
A soft sigh escaped her lips. “Heaven.”
The gentle release of pleasure resonated within James. Chris chuckled, either at her bliss or his, and Laura startled alert.
“How long have you been here?” she asked, curling in on herself slightly.
“Relax, honey.” James's fingertips glided over Laura's skin in gentle strokes, relishing the softness beneath his touch. He spoke to her in a low, soothing voice, aiming to calm any residual tension from their intense scene. “We’re at the club. Chris and Kate are with us. How are you feeling?”
Laura wiggled her head, rolled her shoulders, and checked her surroundings. “Good, Sir, very good.”
Laura's response brought a smile to James's lips.
“Can you stand?” James asked.
She nodded.
Satisfied with her well-being, James extended a supportive hand, assisting her as she rose to her feet. With care and consideration, he removed the blanket from her shoulders, revealing her nakedness. “Let me have a look at your back.” She didn’t flinch or try to cover herself. She still wasn’t running on all cylinders, or she would have blushed at being seen naked.
Gently stroking her lightly reddened skin, James assessed the aftermath of their play. Relief washed over him as he found no visible bruising, a testament to his careful attention and understanding of Laura's limits. James had to be careful with impact play because Laura marked easily, and in subspace, she could feel no pain. He could hardly blame her for that; he had been deep in top space himself.
He draped the blanket over her once more, embracing her in its protective warmth, then lifted her in his arms. As he carried her, James savored the delicate yip of surprise that escaped her lips, prompting laughter to ripple through the group. Chris's amusement, tinged with admiration, resonated in the air, mirrored by Kate's joyful laughter. They formed a bond, a circle of understanding and shared experiences, appreciating the unique dynamics of their respective relationships.
Chris shook his head, still chuckling. “You’ve got to admit, it’s great fun to handle a drowsy sub.”
Kate nodded. She bundled the lingerie Laura had been wearing in a package with her jeans and blouse and dropped it in Laura’s lap, then gave her a kiss on her cheek. Then she went on her tiptoes and whispered, “Congratulations,” to James and pecked him on the cheek as well.
“Thank you and have a good evening, friends,” James said to both her and Chris. “I’m going to take my sub home with me now, where she belongs.”
As they left, James couldn't help but notice the longing in Chris and Kate's glances, an unspoken desire for the kind of bond he shared with Laura. In that brief exchange, he glimpsed their yearning for a connection as profound and intimate as his own.