Chapter 24 #2
“Very good.” His approval wrapped around her, even more reassuring than his arms around her. “I think you have it.”
So… Drake couldn’t have been more pleased. His little submissive enjoyed flogging if he kept her aroused. He did enjoy wielding a flogger. Keeping the pain at the level where it increased her excitement was a tightrope that put him right into Dom space.
And rather than being furious at being flogged, each time he’d told her the next blow was punishment so she would remember and do better next time, he’d seen the melting expression in her face.
She wasn’t a slave, wouldn’t obey him mindlessly.
But in this case, when she knew his dominance was in her best interests, she not only accepted the pain, but it sent her deep into a submissive headspace.
Smiling, he moved his well-tenderized submissive to the adjacent bondage table. Back when they’d discussed limits, she wanted to see if painful reinforcement might work for her. In a few days, after she processed this scene, he’d see what she thought.
Being able to help her in this way would be gratifying. And the next part of what he’d planned would be enjoyable for them both.
As she lay on her back, he massaged her shoulders before securing her arms over her head to the top of the table. A slow kiss kept her focus on him.
He did love kissing her. And fondling her breasts, teasing the nipples. No clamps tonight since he preferred the feel of bare breasts.
The table height was already adjusted for convenient fucking. Now he tugged her all the way down to the end of the table. Her arms straightened. A strap went over her pelvis to keep her immobile. Bending her legs, he restrained her knees outward, opening her.
Perfect.
When he opened his electrostim box, she was far enough out of subspace, and alarm filled her eyes. Indeed, the contents were rather intimidating.
It was difficult to suppress his smile. She had wanted to try erotic electrostimulation—and insisted she liked surprises if the kink came from her approved list.
Now she was naked, bound, and spread open. Totally at his mercy. And she realized it.
He fastened the electrode sticky pads to her labia on each side of her clit.
She wet her lips. “M-Master Drake? Is this still punishment?”
“No, bébé.” He pressed down on the adhesive pads, ensuring the contact was good. “This is going to be fun for both of us.”
He winked at her…and inserted a well-lubed butt plug. A good-sized one.
Ray’s breathing stopped. The anal plug felt good, but elder gods help her.... She’d caught a glimpse of a wire connecting it to some box.
It was another electro-something device and was in her butt.
Oh gods, had she ever worried she’d get bored with sex? It’d never happen with him. And the chain station and bondage table were right in the center of the room. Where everyone walked past.
For fuck’s sake, she should’ve been more worried about heart attacks from pure nervousness.
“Aralia.” He ran his warm hands over her inner thighs, up her waist. His eyes were dark. Serious. “I’ll start low, and you tell me what you’re feeling, oui?”
She swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir.”
He reached over to his case, fiddling with something she couldn’t see. His gaze was on her face.
Nothing was happening. Maybe it was broken? Such a relief. He’d surely—
A tingle ran over her labia, but different from a vibrator. It grew stronger, more intense, until it was pulsing…across her clit.
“Look at those wide eyes,” he murmured. “This is a good setting for now.”
He watched her, smiling slightly, undoubtedly seeing the tingling sensation was getting to her…but it wasn’t enough to get off. It soon became as frustrating as being licked too lightly. Really, really maddening.
Imma gonna hit him. She pulled at her arms. No give.
Ohhhhh, the need increased, made worse by the butt plug where the fullness reminded her of how empty her pussy was. “Masterrrrr…”
Chuckling, he ran his hands up and down her body, fondled her breasts, and returned to looking at the boxes again.
The thing in her butt began to tingle too. She tried to lift her ass, but he had her securely restrained.
“Mmm, I’m pleased with this setting for you. Not hurting or stinging?”
“No. Uh, no, Sir.” As the tingling grew more intense, her muscles tightened around the plug.
“Now…let’s play.” He opened his pants and sheathed himself in a condom.
“Here? You’re going to fuck me here? In the club in front of everybody? Again?”
He burst out laughing—“Oui, bébé, I’ve seen how much you enjoy being watched”—and he pressed in, unstoppable, until he was in to the hilt. The fullness, especially with the anal plug, took her breath away. Her body throbbed around him and around the plug in uncontrollable pulses of pleasure.
Way, way, way fuller than when he’d used an anal plug before. Whoa.
He pulled back slowly, slid in, and her eyes almost crossed. So good. And she still couldn’t come. Her hips wanted to lift.
Couldn’t.
She couldn’t move anything, could only let him take her. And take her he did. His cock penetrated her, in and out, in a devastatingly relentless rhythm.
So many sensations yet none quite enough. The edge of coming grew excruciating. Her moan of frustration turned into a growl.
“Zut, such impatience.” He reached sideways to the box and turned something.
The tingles in her butt turned intense, and suddenly, her muscles clenched around it, over and over. It wasn’t pain—not quite.
Then he reached down and pulled the plug half-way out, and the sensations grew so, so much, almost hurting, and then he pushed it back in.
She spasmed violently around it. “Oh, oh, oh.”
He laughed. And did it again and again in merciless erotic torment. Her whole world narrowed to her lower body, to the shuddering pleasure.
Leaving the plug fully inside her, he started to thrust, his shaft thick and long, hitting her g-spot in a way that made her toes curl.
Her neck arched, everything inside her pulling tight.
“I can feel you clenching back there,” he murmured. “Let us make everything clench.” He slid his fingers through the wetness around his shaft and rubbed her clit.
Right. There.
Everything inside her broke loose, as if she’d burst out of a cocoon into the bright white of day. And the entire world was all pure pleasure. Each tingle, each throb, each thrust, sent her higher and higher as she screamed and shook and—
Came and came and came.
“Did I destroy your dexterity for all time?” While finishing the cleaning, Drake was trying his best not to laugh at his exhausted submissive’s fumble-fingered—determined—attempts to get dressed.
She ignored him.
“So stubborn.” The wipes to clean off and the arnica gel had left her skin damp, so there was no way she’d get back into her tight vinyl dress. He plucked the dress from her, rolled it into a ball and put it into his bag.
“Hey!” Fluffed-up hair, a glare. She looked like a pissed off kitten.
“This will be more comfortable, mon amour.” He dressed her in one of his old, oversized hoodies. A faded blue, washed-to-softness, and long enough to reach mid-thigh.
With a soft sigh, she buried her face in it. Her words came out muffled. “It smells like you.”
He chuckled. “Do you want the quiet aftercare room or to join friends upstairs.”
“Friends. Please?”
“But of course.”
Upstairs, Ray could feel Drake looking down at her. His arm around her waist was firm…as if he wasn’t sure she was capable of walking.
The Dom needed to realize she recovered faster than his previous wussy women. “I’m good. Look.” She pulled away, did a quick whirl, and…feeling the breeze on abused girl-bits, winced. No underwear.
No twirling, you fool.
Master Dom MacDomFace was grinning.
“Shut up,” she grumped at him, pulling the bottom of the hoodie down as far as it would go. “You know if you were a few inches taller, this would be longer on me.”
His smile widened slightly, black eyes dancing. “Bébé, I was just regretting not being a few inches shorter. Then the hem would end about”—he slid his hand under the cloth and traced a line along the crease between her buttocks and thighs—“about here.”
“Ooooh, keep it up, Master Drake. I’ll loosen all the screws in your bed so every time we make love, your neighbors will complain.”
Gods, she loved the sound of his laughter. “Mouthy submissive.” He pulled her close enough to squeeze her bottom and make her squeak. “You obviously need something to occupy your mouth. Either fetch drinks for us both, or I’ll use your mouth for other things.”
She could feel heat rush up her neck into her face. He would put her on her knees and fill her mouth with his cock. Right here. “Oh, my beloved Sir, I’d be thrilled to fetch drinks.”
“What a shame. I’ll wait over there.” He motioned toward a back corner. At a table were Hope and Peter, Alex and Mac, Lynn and Bob…and Bear by himself.
Drake waited for her reply, and—not being completely an idiot— she kept her mouth shut and simply nodded.
He grinned and planted a quick kiss on her lips.
She hurried across the room. In a hoodie—and no pants!—rather than fetwear, she was way underdressed, so chose a spot at the end of the bar, rather than near the center. Claudia was bartending and gave her a nod that she’d been seen.
Leaning an arm on the bar top, Ray catalogued the messages from her body. Her back and butt felt like a bad sunburn, even though Drake had gone easy on her. Imagine how a hard flogging would feel afterward.
Her pussy and asshole still had odd tingles—as well as feeling really well used.
Gods, that had been a great orgasm.
As she sighed, she heard a loud woman’s voice from farther down the bar. “Hey, did you see—Master Drake is here tonight. Mmm, he’s looking fine.”
Ray rolled her eyes. Was there any moment in time when Drake didn’t look fine?
“Over there? Oh, yeah.” Another woman raised her voice. “Hey, Justine, Drake’s here. Gonna make a move and get your man back?”
Excuse me, what? Ray stiffened.