Chapter 6 #3
I’m desperate to ask if this is just all roleplay dirty talk, but I don’t want to hear that it is.
For tonight, I want to believe I could be his.
I want to forget another man will claim me as his bride.
That I’ll never truly be Tommy’s. I pray that when I look at him after tonight, it’s with fond memories and not regret for allowing myself one taste of something I crave but can never have again.
“Step over here.”
He fastens my ankles with the cuffs on the floor.
Then he adjusts the overhead rigging, so it doesn’t tug on my arms too much once I raise them.
I’m spread into an X Tommy surveys, walking around me twice.
The backs of his fingers brush over different parts of me, places I can’t expect.
It gives me goosebumps. He’s taunting me.
When he tucks the back flap of my teddy’s crotch into the rest of the piece of lingerie, I assume it’s because he’s about to spank me. He does, but not my ass. He grabs a crop from the wall rack and flicks it up between my legs while standing behind me. I howl with the unexpected pain to my pussy.
I strain against the chains until I master my surprise.
When he lands the second one, I’m prepared, but it doesn’t hurt any less.
He gives me a third slap before beginning a swift light rhythm against my right ass cheek.
There’s next to no pressure with each stroke, but repeatedly hammering the same spot soon makes heat gather there. I shift restlessly.
He takes the hint. But I regret giving it when the next target is the horizontal crack on the other cheek.
Fucking-a. It’s going to hurt like a mother to sit tomorrow.
He knows that. He keeps at it for what feels like forever but was probably barely over a minute.
He must have landed at least thirty swats, though.
I suck in a deep breath. The moment I do, he flicks the crop between my legs and slaps my clit.
I shake, my body practically vibrating from the pain that radiates through my core.
I rest my forehead against my upper arm, bracing myself for more.
Nothing happens.
I lift my head and turn it to look for Tommy. He’s putting the crop aside, then I watch him grab a cat o’ nine tails. It’s the kind that has tiny studs like thorns on a rose stem. He comes to stand in front of me. His free hand cups my waist.
“How’re you doing, bambi?”
“Fine, Sir.”
“You know the difference between hurt and harm. Is there anywhere I need to avoid now?”
I shake my head. “No, Sir.”
My clit hurts like the heat of a thousand suns pours out of it. But it’s the place I most crave his attention. I’m so aroused I wish I could curl into a ball and hide from it.
He kisses my forehead again before he backs away.
The flogger smacks against my tits; the lashes sweeping over my tits and belly.
With the next flick of his wrist, it covers my belly, mons, and upper thighs.
He sets a rhythm but unpredictable pattern as the whip’s lashes repeatedly land across the entire front of my torso.
Each time I think I might get a reprieve, he pinches one nipple and twists while his lips wrap around the other, sucking until I think it might come off, then biting it.
Sweat streams down my temples, drips into my ears and over my shoulders.
My neck burns and droplets of sweat dribble down my back and between my ass cheeks.
Despite looking at the floor or closing my eyes, I know he’s watching me.
His attention’s never diverted despite everything else I sense going on around us.
It makes me think about other people who receive his undivided attention.
Not women whose eyes I want to claw out.
No. I mean the men who wrong his family.
I’m certain he’s involved with handling that.
After the way he fought last night, I’d be a fool not to realize Tommy’s a man used to inflicting pain that’s hardly meant for pleasure.
He’s also clearly an experienced Dom. My burst of possessiveness is misplaced.
Then again, this entire situation shouldn’t be happening.
Ill-advised.
That’s what this is. Ill-advised. Batshit bonkers would be more accurate. Mano will kill us both if he ever discovers what we’re doing tonight. But I don’t care.
“Bambi?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I lift my head and open my eyes. I didn’t realize I’d shut them again.
I glance down at my rosy body and my darkened nipples.
He reaches above me and unfastens the wrist cuffs.
He eases my arms down, rubbing and bending them to help the circulation flow again.
He places my hands on his shoulders before he squats to unfasten the ankle cuffs.
I yelp when he lifts me into his arms and carries me to a loveseat.
He sets me on my feet, grabbing a blanket from the basket nearby.
He wraps me in it before guiding me to sit.
I was sweating a moment ago, but now I’m chilled.
He knew what would happen. He kisses my forehead yet again, then turns to wipe down everything we used.
When he returns to me, I lean forward to stand, but he sits beside me. I squeak when he lifts me onto his lap. He moves me however he wants. Not just here. Wherever and whenever he wants. He cradles me against his expansive chest, and I melt into his embrace.
“You took that so well, little one. You impress me.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
The chill disappears with his praise. I feel his cock pressing into my hip.
He enjoyed this as much as I did. I fight not to squirm, but I want to straddle him and ride his dick until I come.
I’ve never had sex without a condom. I wonder what it would feel like to know his cum is inside me.
To find it sticking to my thighs. I’ve never wondered that before.
It’s always been a relief that never happens.
“What to next, Sir?”
“Impatient?”
“Curious, Sir.”
“Impatient.”
I grin and nod. “Maybe a little.”
His hand finds the opening to the blanket and presses my legs apart, one moving on either side of his left leg.
He barely touches my clit, feathering his fingertips over it.
I struggle not to beg. I barely keep myself from whimpering.
My lack of reaction unintentionally taunts him.
He presses two fingers into me and does nothing else.
“How long have you been a member?”
What the fuck? I don’t want to chat.
“A few years. Do you have memberships at clubs around the world?”
“No. Only the club I own back home. But I know the right people, so I can visit any I want.”
He owns a sex club?!
Kinky bastard.
“Bambi, it’s good business to own a club like this. Exclusivity lowers people’s guard. There’s a lot to learn from where important people go to have fun. BDSM places are many people’s dirty little secret. Secrets aren’t meant to get out.”
He extorts his members. At least some of them.
He knows who likes to spank and who likes to be spanked.
He must have some wealthy and influential members at his place.
There are definitely high-powered people at this club who appreciate the anonymity.
As a club owner, he must have access to his membership list.
He strokes my G-spot, and my hips chase the heel of his hand, wanting it to rub my clit. They undulate like they would if he fucked me.
“That’s a good girl…Ride my fingers while they fuck you…You want to come so badly, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The moment I answer honestly, I wish I hadn’t. He pulls his fingers from me, both hands falling away from me.
“Sir?”
“Yes?”
“Please make me come.”
“No.”
He thrusts his fingers back into me, adding a third while his thumb rubs my clit.
I cling to his tight t-shirt. I didn’t pay much attention to what he was wearing when I recognized him.
I just took in his overall hotness. His ass looked practically pornographic in his jeans.
The t-shirt’s so tight, it leaves little to the imagination.
You can practically see his pecs and abs through it.
I wonder if he could tear it off like the guys in the male review shows.
I don’t need a line of Chippendales dancers when I have Tommy in front of me.
This time, I fight to remain still. I try to appear unaffected by his ministrations, but he fucking knows. I’m on the cusp of coming, and he pulls out again. I don’t hide my whimper.
“Come on.”
“Huh?”
I’m confused as he stands, then lowers my feet to the floor. He pulls the blanket from around me now that I don’t feel chilled.
“Are you comfortable being fully nude?”
“I don’t love it, but I can do it.”
“Does it make you uncomfortable?”
“Self-conscious, but I remind myself people aren’t paying as much attention to me as I fear. They have their own partners to think about.”
“Would you take the teddy off if I told you to?”
“Yes, Sir. Is that what you want?”
“No.”
That’s a sucker punch to the gut.
His hand wraps around my throat, holding me in place. I’m unprepared for the intensity in his gaze. I think he might whisper to me again, which is erotic as fuck. But he doesn’t. He wants me looking at him.
“I expect your obedience, bambi. I decide where, when, and how I see your body, touch your body, use your body. I didn’t lie when I said I don’t share.
Your lingerie barely leaves anything to the imagination, but it leaves just enough.
No man but me sees you entirely naked. You’re for my eyes only, baby girl. ”
That’s the hottest shit any guy’s ever said to me. It might just be for tonight, but I’ll take it.
“Come with me.”
His hand rests at my lower back as we move to a table with restraints. He spreads the blanket over it before lifting me onto the table.
“Lie down.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He fastens the binding around my wrists and ankles. This time, my arms are straight out to the side, so my shoulders won’t tire.
“Will you use any of the penetration toys here? I’ll understand if you don’t want to.”
“I have a few things in my purse in my locker. I don’t like the communal ones even though I know they get sanitized. Do you want me to get them?”
He peruses me before answering. “Not yet. Maybe in a bit.”
My brow furrows. I’m face up, so I wonder what he plans to do with me. I soon have my answer when he steps between my legs and practically inhales my clit.
“Sir!”
He chuckles. He fucking chuckles.
His tongue flicks the sensitive flesh, tempting me to writhe away from him while wanting to get closer.
My body doesn’t know what the hell it wants right now.
It’s sensory overload. He eases two fingers into me, going so slowly I want to scream at him.
His tongue swirls around my pussy, leaving nowhere untouched except for what his fingers make unreachable.
It dips inside me, skates along the outside of my pussy lips, over and around my clit.
His tongue is the Olympic gold medalist for cunnilingus gymnastics.
“Please, Sir.”
He speaks, and his lips flutter against my sensitive skin.
“Yes, bambi?”
“May I come? I need to come, Sir. It hurts.”
“I’m sure it does. But no.”
He sucks on me again, and my hips lift off the table. I’m so fucking close that it’s going to happen whether or not I want to stop it. I’ll take the punishment for coming.
“NO!”
It’s a soul deep scream when he pulls away. The first flutter began, and he must have felt it. Tears of frustration well in my eyes, and I fight to blink them away. I clench my fists, tempted to pound them against the table. That’s a surefire way to guarantee I never get off tonight.
The tears tumble when he unfastens my restraints. I’ve never been this painfully aroused before. I’ve been edged plenty of times. It’s been frustrating and uncomfortable, but this is different. I want Tommy more than I have any other man. It’s terrifying.
He helps me up and wraps the blanket around me again. He carries me to a sofa in the open lounge area where anyone can mingle. It’s not the part where subs wait for a Dom to approach.
“Hang on, little one. I’ll be right back.”
He moves with purpose to the bar. I don’t expect him to come back with a screwdriver—definitely not a mimosa here—and a water. I didn’t take him for anything fruity. He doesn’t know whether I like them.
“Drink all of these, little one.”
He hands me the screwdriver first. I curl my nose, but his expression hardens.
I want to plug my nose since I hate vodka.
I’ll sip it, but I refuse to drink it all.
The moment the liquid hits my tongue, and I know it’s just OJ, I down the cup in two swallows.
When I lower it, he already has the lid off the bottled water.
We swap, and I guzzle it down. I’m thirstier than I realized.
The quick burst of sugar helps too. I didn’t realize I needed it, but Tommy did.
“Stay here for another minute.”
He doesn’t wait for my response either time he walks away. I watch him approach a DM, who nods at whatever Tommy says. His long stride carries him back to me, and the view is just as fine coming as it is going.
“Do you want more?”
“No, Sir. Thank you. This was just what I needed.”
“Can you keep going?”
Can I keep going? Of course, I can fucking keep going. I need to get off like my life depends on it.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then come with me.”
If only there was an innuendo in that. But there’s not.
He tightens the blanket around my shoulders before we head down a hallway to private rooms. He looks at a business card I didn’t see in his palm.
We stop in front of the third room, and he punches in the code on the card.
The locks reset each night. Once a room’s been used, it isn’t open until the next day.
The club takes clean up seriously. It’s one reason I joined here rather than somewhere else.
The lights flick on as we step inside. Tommy locks the door behind us. Management has an override code, and there’s a distress button in case a sub feels unsafe. If they can hit the button, then it doesn’t matter that the door was locked from the inside.
I know this room. It has a massive wooden chair like a throne in the center.
There’s a Saint Andrew’s cross to the right and a spanking bench with a fucking machine attachment to the left.
Users can swap out the dildo size, and they can set the motor’s speed.
This is a popular room for voyeurs and exhibitionists.
But that’s not what Tommy leads me to.
He draws me toward the throne, stopping me only inches in front of it. He sits and points to the floor.
“Kneel.”