25. Pepper
TWENTY-FIVE
PEPPER
Getting competitive about cock sucking was something I never could have guessed would turn me on, but here I was. My clit throbbed as I felt the eyes on my back, my hands pulling Salt’s jeans and briefs down, his cock coming free.
Fuck, he was hard. Everything else melted away as I cupped his balls, gripping the base of his shaft. Exploring him.
I brought the tip to my lips, opening them and sucking him gently. The taste of pre-cum was salty on my tongue. I drew back, licking my lips before taking him deeper, stroking the base of his cock as I did so.
Aside from reading about BDSM, I'd also started reading about things like this. How to suck a cock, how to do it well. What was most pleasurable. I wasn't sure if any of it was true, but I was sure going to try. I moaned as I worked him, giving it everything I could.
I wanted to be good for him.
Heat spread through me at that thought.
I wanted to be really, really good for him.
Salt’s fingers knotted my hair as his hips jerked forward, thrusting deeper. “Fuck,” he grunted. “You’re doing so well.”
Am I? What if he’s lying? What if ? —
I shoved that little voice away. Every time it raised its ugly head, I buried it again, focusing on my task. Just like he’d told me.
I wasn't worrying about anything right now, except for trying to make him come. It was my life goal. My entire mission.
I always got what I wanted, didn't I?
My head bobbed more enthusiastically. His groans were music to my ears. His muscles tensed beneath my touch as I found a rhythm, one that was bringing out all sorts of sounds from him.
I loved this.
When I was with Jeff, he never made sounds like this. He’d come quickly and then be done, always leaving me wanting more.
I pulled back for a moment. Breaths huffed out and I dragged in more air. My head spun as I looked up at Salt, the lighting in the room haloing him. Taking in every muscle, his sharp jaw, the flowers that bloomed up his hard chest.
I drank him in like a hungry little whore.
Needing more.
His cock brushed my lips and I opened my mouth for him. I took him deeper until he hit the back of my throat.
My eyes watered. I choked around him and started to pull back, but his hand grabbed hold of my head, keeping me in place. The gentle force sent a shock of pleasure through me. I liked that he was forcing me to take his cock deeper. I liked being touched this way.
Spit dripped down my chin. Panic set in for a moment, but he gave the back of my head a gentle tap.
“Calm down. Breathe through your nose.”
I felt like I was falling, falling, falling. But, I did what he told me to, making myself relax. Breathing through my nose.
I was a fucking mess. People were watching me do this.
He pulled back, releasing me.
“Good girl,” he praised. “See? You're starting to get it.”
I gasped for air, tears rolling down my cheeks. I wiped away the spit on my chin, panting as I met his gaze once more.
I imagined that he loved me.
How fucked up was that?
I couldn’t tell anyone about us. I couldn’t do that without risking my reputation and career. People would tear into me if they knew I was with a man so young.
And yet…
“I'm yours,” I rasped.
He nodded. “Mine to use for the night, however I please.”
“Yes—”
My words were clipped as he thrust back into my mouth. He was far more relentless this time, pumping in and out, hitting the back of my throat each time. My hands slid up his thighs and then around his hips, nails digging into his firm ass as he fucked me faster.
All of my resistance had fallen away. Like the wings melting off Icarus as he flew too close to the sun, plunging me into a hell that I wanted to burn in.
I loved being used.
I loved being fucked.
This was the exact type of connection I was told was bad. That it was sinful. Too much. Too twisted, too dark.
It was none of those things.
It was holy. It was pure. It was a basic human instinct, being fulfilled in a consensual way. There was nothing wrong with wanting someone so much that I was on the cusp of coming just from having my throat fucked in front of strangers.
My pussy pulsed. Need rolled through me as I reached down between my spread thighs, circling my clit through my panties as he kept fucking my mouth.
So close. So close.
“You’re a natural,” he rasped.
I wanted to ask him if I was a good slut. If I was his good slut. Instead, I kept taking his cock, thinking about the way his fingers felt inside me earlier. Thrusting them in and out while strangers walked by. Stroking his cock in the middle of a crowd while watching others fuck.
They had no shame. No hang-ups around not being good enough.
I wanted that. I wanted to be so drunk on lust that I could let go of everything holding me back.
God, I wanted to be selfish.
My fingers worked my clit faster, my body strung up like a bow. So close, so close, so close ? —
Salt suddenly yanked back, gripping my hair and pulling my head away. “Are you touching yourself?” he snarled.
“Yes,” I whimpered.
The tip of his boot shoved my hand away. My eyes widened as it nudged against my pussy, the leather cool against my skin through the thin fabric.
“You can hump my boot,” he said. “But you may not touch yourself until I give you permission to. Understood?”
“But I’m so close,” I whined. “I’m so close. I need to come.”
“I promise you'll get the orgasms you deserve. But you need to earn them.”
“Let me make you come,” I said, giving his cock a quick stroke.
He dragged me closer again, his boot now wedged between my thighs. “Oh, you're going to make me come. But you're not going to make yourself come until I let you. You can hump my boot like a good girl or we can leave.”
Frustration tightened my chest. His fingers gripped my hair with a fierceness that hurt, but the hurt felt so good.
I wondered if he was serious.
Would he actually make me leave if I made myself come without his permission?
I didn't want to find out.
Pleasing him outweighed that streak of defiance.
His eyes sparkled with amusement. “I promise, we're going to explore that bratty part of you soon. But not tonight.”
“You promise?” I whispered.
“I promise.”
I believed him.
So, I opened my mouth as wide as I could. I stuck out my tongue, waiting for him to take my throat again. His jaw stiffened, his nostrils flaring as he looked at me like I was the only other person in the world.
Obsessive. Possessive.
I didn’t want him to ever look at someone else that way. It would fucking kill me.
His cock slid against my tongue, and he moved slowly, deliberately, holding my gaze until his hip snapped. I groaned as he started to fuck me hard again, moving in and out brutally.
I relished every second of it.
My hips moved involuntarily, my pussy rubbing against his boot.
Was I really doing this? Was I really going to rub against him like this in front of a bunch of strangers?
Those thoughts floated away as a bolt of pleasure rushed through me. Little shocks of electricity tingled through my entire body, my hips moving again.
I was so fucking wet. My pussy pounded with the beat of my heart as he fucked my throat. Harder. Harder. I was spinning and spinning until I was nothing but his .
I cupped his balls, gently rolling them as he kept fucking me. I knew that he was on the edge.
“Fucking hell,” he grunted. “Fuck.”
I really wanted him to come. I really wanted him to fill my throat with every single drop. I raked my nails down his thighs, and that made his entire body jerk.
A groan escaped him and he gave one last thrust before the heat unleashed. I swallowed hard, feeling the gush of his cum down my throat. I want more. I want it all. I kept moving my hips as he filled me, his body jerking until he finally pulled back.
I swallowed everything down, licking my lips as I looked up with him.
“Was that good enough, Sir?”
He panted hard. The flowers inking his pale skin rose and fell with each labored breath.
I was addicted to the delirium pumping through my veins.
“Kiss my boot.” His words were short. Firm.
My eyes widened. “Kiss your boot ?”
Salt took a step back and pointed at the floor. “Kiss my fucking boot. The same one you were just rubbing your pussy on.”
I knew I could tell him no. I could say yellow and slow things down. Or I could say red and stop it all at any time.
But I didn't want to stop.
There was a bit of resistance inside me. The idea of bending over, my ass facing a bunch of strangers as I kissed the same boot my pussy was just rubbing on terrified me.
But it also turned me on.
I planted my hands on the floor, and slowly bent over. I stared at his boot, realizing that the shine glistening was from me.
“Oh,” I whispered, licking my lips.
I’d made a mess on his boot.
I pressed my lips against the tip.
I kissed his boot before everyone.
“Good,” he said. “I’m proud of you, baby girl.”
I preened under the compliment.
“Now lick up that little mess you made.”
This time, I didn’t hesitate. I lowered myself, dragging my tongue over the leather. My eyes closed at the taste, and I liked it. I liked it a lot. I licked faster, huffing as I swiped away the glistening essence my pussy had left, cleaning it up just like he asked.
I felt his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me up. I whimpered as he pulled me to standing, my head falling back as I looked up at him.
His lips brushed mine. Gentle. So gentle that I was scared the kiss would break. It was fragile like glass.
“There’s a pillory,” he whispered. “I want to lock you in it and fuck you. How does that sound?”
“Anything you want,” I rasped.
He kissed me again, and this time instead of glass, it was steel. It was deep and strong and all-consuming. My entire world tilted as he swept me into his arms, not losing a beat in our kisses as he carried me across the room to a wooden stock with a hole for my head, and two holes for my wrists.
Salt put me down. “Stay.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I watched as he inspected the furniture. He walked around it, checking everything once, twice.
“Have you ever made something like this?” I asked.
The corner of his mouth tugged. “I made this one.”
My eyes widened. “You made this?”
“I made a lot of the furniture here. That’s why I have a membership to this club. I don’t think I could afford it otherwise,” he chuckled. “I still double-check everything before using it to make sure it’s safe. I like hurting you, but would never want to harm you. Do you get the difference?”
“Yes,” I said. “I like… the pain. I just don't know why I like it.”
“Because you like being punished,” he said. “It turns you on to feel like you’ve paid penance for pleasure.”
My mouth opened to argue, but then snapped it shut.
He wasn’t wrong.
Salt’s face softened as he unlatched the pillory. He swung the top half open, holding it in place as he looked up at me.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes.”
I stepped forward, my skin prickling. I glanced over my shoulder at the doorway to the room and froze, seeing how many people watched us. A man stood at the very front wearing a mask, staring right at us. Worry shot through me as he looked directly at me.
Does he know who I am?
He didn’t, right? It was possible. My hair was distinctive and made me easy to recognize. It was possible that a lot of people in the club knew who I was?—
“Baby,” Salt said gently. “The rest of the world doesn’t matter. You’re mine right now.”
I tore my gaze away and refocused on Salt. He tilted his head slightly and smiled.
He was right. Nothing else mattered. After the hellish weekend we’d both had, we deserved to escape. All my worries fell away as I stepped forward.
“Spread your legs apart and hinge at your hips,” he instructed. “Your head will go in the center, your wrists in the other two places.”
I did as he instructed, parting my legs and steadying myself on the heels I wore. “Should I take these off?”
“No.”
With a smile, I hinged forward slowly, putting my neck and wrists in the correct spots. Salt lowered the upper half, bringing it down over me, and latched it into place.
It wasn’t comfortable, but I knew that was part of this. Discomfort settled over me, my muscles straining as I felt cool air on my pussy, along with the eyes of anyone watching.
Salt stepped in front of me and knelt slightly, his face hovering in front of mine. “You will tell me if we need to stop,” he said. “You’ll use your safe words if it’s too much.”
“Yes,” I said. “I will.”
“ Good .”