Chapter 3 – Kaityln #2
I entered the Shock and Awe room to find Tag already there in the treatment chair with his long bare legs stretched out in front of him. The robe hit him mid-thigh and barely closed over his wide chest.
His feet were tucked in slippers that didn’t fit. He looked both hot and silly and he grinned at me like he knew it.
Who knew hot and silly was my kryptonite?
I pulled the lapels of my robe over my breasts and double checked the belt on the robe to make sure it was tight.
I sat in the chair next to him and deliberately averted my eyes from his furred chest pushing against the lapels of his robe.
“This is a nice robe,” he said, running his hand down the thick cotton. “Can I steal it?”
Laughter burst out of me imagining him on the Swinging D wearing that robe. He grinned back at me like he’d accomplished something.
“So, what happens next? Someone comes in here and rubs us down?”
“Not quite.”
“They going to go after my feet with a sand blaster? Because some of these callouses are older than you are. ”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I said, my inner villain doing another happy dance.
He looked over at me with a this whole thing is ridiculous expression, when the door opened, and Stan, a beefy, bald man, entered the room. The uniform for the Spa was white scrubs and Stan filled out every inch of his.
“Good morning, Kaitlyn!” he said, with a jubilant smile and a thick Russian accent. “And friend. How fun. Let me give a breakdown of morning treatment. First some pain. To prove that we want it. Then some recovery, because we deserve it. Finally, some refreshment because our body will need it.”
“Refreshments?” Tag grunted. “Does that mean I can get some coffee in this place? Maybe some bacon and eggs?”
Stan laughed. “Oh, you’re so cute. No. But we have an assortment of cleansing teas I know you will love.” Stan turned to the cabinet in the room and took out two abdominal tens belts. “Now, Kaitlyn, I know you know what to do with this belt. Friend? Will you be needing some help?”
Tag took the belt from Stan’s hand with some caution.
I slid the belt inside my robe and strapped it around my core, making sure the big electrodes were settled against my obliques and abdominals.
The wires slipped down the bottom of the robe and I handed them to Stan who plugged them into the controller. That he would be controlling.
When I glanced up, Tag was watching me, or rather watching the gap in my robe and the breast I’d revealed all the way to the nipple.
“This isn’t a peep show,” I told him, and adjusted the fabric.
“Can’t help it if I like looking at tits, Sunshine,” he said without remorse. “Especially pretty ones. ”
What terrible thing did it say about me that I loved that Tag thought my breasts were pretty?
“We don’t say tits,” Stan whispered to Tag.
“Why not?”
“It’s vulgar,” Stan admonished him.
“Well, what can I say, Stan? I’m vulgar.” I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Now, what do I do with this?” Tag asked, holding the belt.
“Strap it on… here,” I said, getting out of my chair and stepping over to him.
I took the belt from him, showing him the thick wide pads that had to be in the front and the Velcro strap in the back.
He got it on crooked and I slipped my fingers between his body and the top of the belt so I could pull it into position. We both sucked in a startled breath.
“Sorry,” I whispered, pulling my hands back and getting back into my own treatment chair.
“Don’t be sorry, Sunshine,” he whispered back. “I’ve been thinking about you touching me since I stepped into your office. Just didn’t expect the ice cold hands.”
Blushing and rattled, I leaned back in my chair. Tag got the belt on himself and we both laid there in front of Stan, who had the remotes to the belts in his hand. “Now, I’ll start you both with a setting of two-”
“Holy fuck!” Tag shouted, his hand covering the belt over his stomach.
“Really? This is barely anything,” I said, as electricity pulsed through my ab muscles. Contracting and releasing them. Contracting and releasing them.
Perfection.
“You can do it,” Stan encouraged Tag. “Feel the burn without feeling the burn, am I right?”
“Take me to five, Stan,” I told the attendant .
“Touch that dial and I’ll break your fingers, Stan,” Tag growled, his gaze shooting over at me. “Why are you doing this?”
“It’s a targeted core workout in significantly less time than it would take to do sit ups. I told you, I believe in efficiency. Five, Stan.”
Teeth clenched, Tag gripped the armrests of his chair.
“Wow, for someone who looks so big and strong, I thought you could endure more pain than this,” Stan said.
“I can endure plenty of pain,” Tag said. “I just don’t choose to do it. Jesus.
I feel like I’m giving birth to a fucking cow!” Tag grimaced, bending his body in half.
“This is not even a bad cramp on day two of my period. Suck it up, buttercup.”
It was a slight exaggeration. Seven was the highest level I’d ever gone on the device.
The pulse gripping my center was pretty intense, but it’s exactly what I wanted.
The pain reminded me that my muscles were working.
That my body was getting stronger with every pulse. I shifted the belt lower on my abs.
Beneath the robe, the bottom edge of the belt touched the edge of my satin panties, and with the next surge, the pulse rippled down between my legs. I adjusted the belt back up, but the pleasure/pain lingered.
The pain also cut through the noise in my head and helped me to focus on just my breathing. All the stress from work, the partnership, this bullshit about the Swinging D, my family guilt – it all became background noise.
A sharp jolt made me arch my back and neck and I had to work to catch my breath.
“You’re hurting,” Tag groaned. “Turn this fucking thing off now.”
“No,” I protested. I felt alive. Clear. Strong. “Turn it up to seven, Stan.”
Another jolt of electricity and I grunted and arched my back even more. My heels dug into the smooth leather of the treatment chair, my purple painted toes pinched together and pointed. I bit down hard on my lower lip as my hands squeezed into the leather arm rests.
Everything fell away.
All of the bullshit silenced.
It was just pain that turned to pleasure and back again. As my brain quieted, my body got loud. Clamored for attention. I felt my skin. My breasts. My muscles.
I’d never been so strong.
“What are you doing?” Stan shouted. “Stop!”
Suddenly the contractions in my core were gone, and when I opened my eyes, Tag was standing next to Stan with the remote in his hands.
“Get out. Now,” Tag said to Stan.
“I don’t think we’re supposed to leave guests…” Whatever Stan was going to say was stopped by Tag’s low rumble. An animal sound, a wild, barely controlled growl, that rippled through me like the electricity running through the belt.
Stan left the room, shutting the door behind him.
“What are you doing?” I gasped, trying to catch my breath and get some control of the situation. “This is a first-class spa and I have a reputation-”
I was cut off by the jolt that arched through my core.
The clench, the tightness, all of it felt delicious.
“Look at me, Sunshine,” Tag said, and I was helpless. I couldn’t fight it. My eyes met his and I moaned.
He stood over my treatment chair, remote in his hand, robe opened so that the bulk of his chest was on display. There was a rush of heat between my legs as everything in my body clenched in a sudden hungry need for… him? More? Everything.
“You like it,” he murmured, assessing my reaction.
I did like it. I arched my back hard, twisting in the chair, my robe now gaping open. I didn’t care. I wanted him to see my pretty tits. I wanted him to do…I didn’t know what.
“More,” I whispered, and there was something absolutely filthy in the way I said it.
This wasn’t me. I had no idea who I was in this moment. And normally, I’d pull myself back, lock myself down, but I was weakened by the treatment. By Tag.
His expression grew dark, his pupils widening. I watched as his chest muscles jerked, even though he wasn’t wearing the belt anymore.
Then he did the impossible. The absolute best/worst thing he could do. He slid his fingers inside the widened gap in my robe and cupped my breast.
Did I gasp? Yes.
Did I stop him? No.
I was going to second base with Tag Durham and it was like my life began today. My nipples were already tight and he pulled one between his finger and thumb and pinched down. Hard.
“Ahh!”
I arched my back again as if offering up my breasts, and this time he spread open the robe fully, completely exposing me. In slow motion, as if giving me time to stop him, he bent over me until his mouth hovered over my bare nipple and I could feel the heat of his breath.
Our eyes made contact. In that second, I could have said something. Made some type of protest.
I didn’t .
With a deep groan that rattled out of his chest and into mine, he dropped his lips down on my skin and sucked my nipple into his mouth.
The pain, the pleasure, the immediate rush of it had me helpless. Powerless. He controlled everything. Both the electricity and the desire crashing through my body.
My pussy bore down on absolutely nothing, and I bit my lip against the sudden please that filled my mouth. Please, make me come. Please fuck me. Please finish this .
He reached up and squeezed my other nipple, and I came so hard he had to slap his hand over my mouth or the entire spa would know what was going on.
It was endless. I was endless. I’d never felt so empty and full at the same time. Completely…content. No stress. No worry. Nothing but a buzzing silence in my body and brain.
There was a click and the belt turned off. He reached down and yanked open the Velcro on the belt and tore it off of me. I gasped for air. My eyes were closed, so I didn’t have to look him in the face. Didn’t have to acknowledge what he’d done to me. What I’d let him do.
Oh my gosh! What did I let him do?
He pulled the lapels of my robe together, covering me up. Then I could feel him getting closer to me, felt his breath near my ear.
“You and me, Sunshine,” he said gruffly. “We’re going to play.”
I shook my head, eyes still closed. “I…uh…I don’t know what just happened.”
“Yeah, you do. We’ll finish your spa day, then I’m taking you home to the Gulch.”
My eyes popped open then. “What makes you think I’ve changed my mind about going home? ”
He smile dripped evil. It was pure knowing menace. “Because we both know I’ve got something you want.”
With his eyes locked on mine, he reached low inside his robe. It didn’t take a genius to know he was stroking himself. Absolutely unable to stop myself, I whimpered and watched. His big, rough hand disappearing under that robe, his forearm flexing as he squeezed his dick.
“Yeah, baby girl,” he said on a low grown. “We’re going to be fire. Because I know exactly what you need. You just have to come home to get it.”
He pulled his hand away from himself and tightened up the belt on his robe.
“I’ll give you a minute to recover,” he said, as he made his way to the door. “I’m going to go find one of those cleansing teas.”
Once the door closed behind him, I collapsed back into the treatment chair and covered my face with my arms. Orgasming in the spa had never happened before.
I could admit to feeling desire in the past when the belt was low on my stomach or my mind went a certain way.
But the treatment was the treatment. And sex was…
mostly awkward and almost always unsatisfying.
But this combination of pleasure and pain? Tag looking at me like that with total control?
What did he mean by…play?
How far will I go to find out?