Chapter 34
Caren glanced behind her as they headed into the club on Tuesday night.
That was the third time since leaving the apartment. His stomach tightened. He hadn’t sensed any risk so what was going on? Was his radar off?
“What are you looking for? Did you see something?” he asked as he took in their surroundings.
Still nothing.
“Oh, I was just wondering if Tyler was still following me.”
This brat.
He paused and turned to her. Tonight she was wearing a different outfit. A bright pink, loose singlet was paired with tight orange shorts that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. They rode up her ass so he could see the bottom of her cheeks poking out.
He'd been hard as nails ever since she’d walked out of the bedroom. In fact, he’d very nearly kept her home.
But he knew how much she wanted to play at the club.
“Are you wanting some punishment, baby?” he murmured.
Her eyes widened. “What? No!”
“No? Are you sure? Because being sassy will get your mouth stuffed with something. Maybe a ball gag. Maybe a cock. And it will definitely result in you going over my knee to get your ass spanked.”
Her eyes grew wide and she swallowed heavily.
Oh yeah.
She wanted that.
Fuck. It was no wonder he was hard as nails. She was perfect for him.
Reaching out, he grasped hold of her hand and turned her to him, cupping her cheek. “You ready for tonight?”
Caren licked her full lips. The only make-up she wore was a bright pink lipstick.
Gorgeous.
“I’m ready.”
“You trust me to look after you?”
She nodded shakily. “I do.”
“What’s your safeword?”
“Red.”
“I’m also going to give you a squeaky ball to hold in your hand. If you need to squeeze it, you can. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
He was slightly worried that she wasn’t as ready as she thought she was.
But she followed him obediently to where he’d reserved the suspension area.
It was in a quieter room at the back of the club that had large windows so people could watch but not interrupt.
Tuesday was a quiet night. And Rusty was one of the monitors, which made him feel better as he knew his brother would watch Caren carefully.
“Kneel here and keep your head down,” he told her, pointing to a soft, flat cushion to the side of the scene area.
She kneeled beautifully, placing her hands on her spread thighs and lowering her head.
Travis felt a stab of pride. This might be considered a risky scene since they hadn’t officially played together. But he knew that there was trust between them. That she was experienced and so was he. Although she’d said she’d never been tied up before.
He would make this as fun and pleasurable as he could. Because it was something he wanted to do with her often.
Taking a moment, he checked over all of the ropes. They were made from jute and would feel soft against her skin. He was careful, examining them and the area to make sure that everything would be safe for her.
He would never put his girl at risk.
Last night, he’d sat her down and gone through her expectations for this session, any concerns that she had, and anything she wanted him to explain.
He reached up and tugged on the ropes that were already hanging from suspension points in the lowered ceiling. They were holding. He also set out a pair of safety shears and a First-Aid kit just in case.
Rusty appeared in the doorway. “All good?”
“Yep, I’m about to start.”
“Want me to stay?”
“Just check in every few minutes,” Travis replied.
“You got it,” Rusty said.
Travis walked over and crouched in front of his girl.
“Look at me, baby.”
She raised her gaze to his and he cupped her chin in his hand. “If you want to stop at any time what do you say?”
“Red, Sir.”
“That’s right. And I’ll put a squeaky ball in your hand once you’re bound. Any questions?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good girl. Come.” Standing, he held out his hand and she slipped hers into it.
Then he helped her up and led her over to the thick mat. Moving behind her, he ran his hands down her arms and then around her, up over her stomach to cup her breasts. He kissed along her neck, making her moan as he played with her nipples until they were stiff and hard.
“Ready, baby?” he murmured.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, sounding relaxed.
“Good girl.” He started by securing cuffs just above her elbows while her arms were bent. He then drew her arms back, securing them together.
Stilling, he checked in on her. “All right, baby?”
“Yes, Sir. Never better.”
Part of her couldn’t believe that this was really happening.
Travis was tying her up. Already, she could feel herself drifting and she wasn’t even firmly secured yet.
He moved so confidently, each thing he did was so precise and careful. And she felt so safe.
Protected.
Then he started wrapping the rope around her chest, first above her breasts, then below each breast in loops before wrapping it around the waist.
“Does everything feel all right?” he asked as he crouched in front of her. “No tingling? No pain?”
“No, Sir, it feels really good,” she told him. She glanced down at herself. It looked like a series of knots down her stomach, crisscrossed with rope.
Then he secured her forearms to the harness he’d created.
All right, now she really felt tied up. Bound by him. But instead of worry or panic, all she felt was a deep sort of peace.
She wasn’t in charge right now. She didn’t have to think or to worry. All she had to do was stand there and let him do everything.
Every so often he’d stop and check how tight things were. He’d check in with her, sometimes kiss her and run his hands over her skin. She liked when he did that.
Caren was aware of other people watching them, but that didn’t really matter to her.
All she wanted to do was float. To give herself over to Travis and let him do all the heavy lifting.
She was aware of him securing the harness to the rope dangling from the ceiling and a bite of anticipation filled her. The room was starting to get a bit fuzzy and she already felt like she was flying.
Someone appeared in front of her and a small stab of worry penetrated that floaty feeling.
“Easy,” Travis told her. “It’s just Rusty. He wants to check in with you.”
Ohh. That was nice.
“You doing okay, Caren?” Rusty asked.
“I am A-Okay. Hunky-dory. Can’t complain.”
Rusty actually cracked a small smile. Or maybe he just had gas. She giggled at that idea.
“Someone has been hit by the happy endorphins,” Rusty said as Travis weaved more ropes around her thighs until they were trapped together.
“Yeah, she reaches subspace quickly. I have her, though. I’ll always have her.”
Oh, that was so sweet.
She liked that a lot.
“Right, I’m ready,” Travis said.
“You ready, Caren?” Rusty asked.
“I am good to go, Pinocchio!”
Rusty’s lips twitched. Poor guy. Trapped gas was the worst.
Then he disappeared and Travis appeared. Whoa. That was crazy. How did they do that?
“How did I do what?” Travis asked.
And he could read her mind? That was insane.
He cupped her chin, tilting her head back. He stared down, studying her. “You’re ready.”
It wasn’t a question and she felt him put something in her hand.
“Squeeze that.”
“Okie-dokie-lemon-spokie.”
Yeah, she wasn’t quite sure what she was saying but some of it sure was fun. The squeak made her jump.
“Ooh, that’s loud.”
“Use it or say your safeword if you are in any pain or you need to stop at any time. Understand?”
Why did he keep telling her this? Did he think she had memory issues? But she decided to answer him. The last thing she wanted was for him to stop.
“I understand, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He leaned in and kissed her softly. “I’m going to put the blindfold on now. Do you still want it?”
She nodded. Oh yes. She remembered now that they’d talked about a blindfold. A shiver ran through her.
There was something about him taking away her sight that made her feel hot and bothered.
The blindfold slid over her eyes and she let out a deep breath, settling herself into her skin.
In. Out.
Then she was slowly suspended and flying. She was secured to the ceiling by the harness around her chest and her thighs.
She was slowly spun around and a hand cupped her ass, squeezing firmly. A groan left her mouth.
“Such a beautiful, precious girl. All wrapped up in my ropes. Just waiting for me to touch you. To taste you.”
She was lying horizontal at this stage, and while she felt a bit disorientated, she realized she must be facing the floor. A hand cupped her breast, squeezing firmly and she let out another cry.
This was like nothing she’d ever experienced before.
Then she was shifted, her legs lowered until she was in more of a seated position. A hand cupped the back of her head and he kissed her. Lightly at first, then more deeply.
God. She felt so hazy, as though she wasn’t even in her own body. Yet, at the same time, she felt incredibly turned on.
He placed his hand over her mound, rubbing her lightly, but he couldn’t get his hand between her thighs to properly play with her.
“You’re doing so well,” he told her.
Warmth filled her as he continued to praise her while undoing the ropes. When he finally released her, she found herself caught up against his chest and carried until she was laid down on something. A couch?
Then his touch left her and she let out a cry.
“Shh, baby. I’m not going anywhere. I’m just going to wrap you up in a blanket. Here, let me take the ball.” He slid the ball from her hand. Huh, she hadn’t realized she was still holding that.
The blanket was so warm and soft and it felt really soothing against her skin. But then his touch left her and this wave of vulnerableness washed over her. She felt the ridiculous urge to cry.
“I’m going to remove the blindfold now.”
No, no! Then he’d see her tears.
But she couldn’t seem to voice her objection and when the blindfold was removed, tears started streaming down her cheeks.
“Oh, baby. It’s intense, isn’t it? It’s okay. I’m here. I’m going to keep you safe.”
Suddenly, she was lifted, blanket and all and then she was sitting on his lap. His arms tightened around her, holding her.
“You’re all right, baby. I have you. You’re safe. Nothing is going to touch you.”
She felt better being held tight by him. It didn’t feel like she was in freefall anymore with no way of catching herself.
Warm lips were pressed to her forehead and she turned her head, burying her face in his chest as she let go and cried. She wasn’t sure how long she sat there, crying, but by the time she had finished she was spent. Exhausted.
Shoot.
That had been a lot. And she couldn’t believe how she’d fallen apart like that.
“Here, baby. I have some water for you. Open up.”
Turning her head, she opened her mouth and let him give her a drink of water much like a baby. Then he slid some chocolate between her lips and she sucked on it.
“Hey, tidied up the area for you.”
She blinked up at Rusty as he approached, then crouched in front of her.
“Thanks, man,” Travis said. “I’m going to take her upstairs.”
Rusty gave her another look. “You good?”
“Yeah. Sorry,” she whispered croakily.
“Nothing for you to be sorry for.” Rusty disappeared and Travis stood and carried her out of the room.
“Close your eyes, baby,” he instructed.
She did as ordered as she didn’t really want to see anyone and she was still feeling a bit disjointed and strange.
Then she was laid down and she opened her eyes, glancing around.
The room was almost romantic looking. There was soft lighting and she was lying on a four-poster bed with a white sheet on top of the mattress.
It might have been like any other bedroom if it wasn’t for the steel rings she could see that were obviously used for tying someone to the bed.
As she spotted them a wave of interest hit her.
Travis lay next to her and used some tissues to clean her up.
“That hit you hard, didn’t it?”
“I don’t know why,” she said. “I just . . . I felt so free up there, when I was tied up, with you in charge. I could forget all about my mother. About him. About everything else and just live in the moment. And then when you took the ropes off . . . I just felt so lost and vulnerable.”
He wrapped her up in his arms, drawing her over so she was lying on his chest and he held her tight. She relaxed against him with a sigh.
“It quieted my mind and my mind is rarely quiet. I love that about scening. But this felt like something more . . . I was free of all my worries. I wasn’t thinking about whether there was enough food at home or that I felt dirty. That was all gone.”
“I’m glad you had some peace,” he told her. “And I’m sorry that got taken away. Maybe we can work on you always being free of those worries.”
“Yeah. I’ve managed it before, it’s just that I’ve had a lot of stress lately.”
“Then we take that stress away.”
Wouldn’t that be amazing? If only it was that simple.
He rolled her onto her back and leaned over her, his elbow bent and resting on the mattress. He grasped hold of her chin.
“It will happen. I promise.” Leaning in, he kissed her forehead, then her nose, her cheeks, and her lips. “Such a beautiful girl. My girl.”
“Yours,” she whispered.
“Are you feeling better now?” he asked.
“Yeah, I am. Well, except for one thing.”
“What’s that?” he asked with a frown. “You’re not hurting anywhere, are you?”
“Well, it’s a kind of pain.” She pressed her thighs together, wriggling around.
“Oh, that sort of pain. I thought you might be too tired for any more play.” He studied her intently. “I don’t want you to push yourself too much.”
“I’m not. Please.”
Reaching under her top, he cupped her breast before playing with her nipples. Her breath hitched and he slid his hand down her stomach and under her shorts to run them through her slick lips.
“Someone is very turned on.”
“Please,” she cried out.
“I don’t know. We should go home and sleep.”
“I won’t be able to sleep like this!” she cried. “I’m too turned on.”
“Poor baby. That does sound dire.”
“It is. It really is. I have to come.”
“Let’s see. Put your hands above your head and keep them there,” he ordered. “I don’t want to tie you up again, but if you move without permission I will have to punish you.”
She moved eagerly. He stripped off her clothing until she was lying there naked.
“No coming without permission, either,” he instructed.
She groaned. That was so mean.
“Spread your legs,” he said as he kneeled next to her on the bed. He was only wearing a pair of loose-fitting black pants at this stage.
Lord, he was so hot.
She wanted to run her hands all over him, to kiss him, to lick every inch.
It was so hard to lie still and she really didn’t see how she was going to last.
Maybe she should disobey him and take the punishment.
It would be worth it.