Chapter 29
ASPEN
“Get dressed.” I’m breathless as he pulls away, leaving me bereft.
“What?”
“Don’t make me say it again. You’re already going to be punished later for that stunt you tried to pull with Flex.”
“But…”
“Get. Dressed. I can’t have you walking around this level naked. Don’t worry, you’ll be naked soon enough when we get upstairs,” he says with a wickedly delicious growl.
“Really?” I squeal.
“Hurry up, so I don’t change my mind.”
“Yes, Sir.” I throw my arms around his neck before kissing him with everything I have.
Nerves start to flutter in the pit of my stomach, my pulse racing as I reach for my clothes, knowing what’s about to happen.
Can I really do this? I’ve never even showered at the gym for fear of being seen, and yet here I am, begging Ry to fuck me in front of a crowd of strangers, and the excitement I feel is palpable. I want it to happen.
Ry paces the room as I get dressed, running his hands through his hair until it looks like he’s been thoroughly fucked. It’s hot as hell, and I can’t wait to grip it while he fucks me tonight.
“You can stop any time, Aspen. If you feel uncomfortable at all, you say your safeword.”
“Yes, Sir.” I slip into my lingerie, staring at myself for a moment in the mirror. Ry comes up behind me, resting his hands on my shoulders before tracing down my left arm. He presses a gentle kiss to my scarred skin.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. Tell me your safeword.”
“Ruby.”
“You say it if anything’s wrong. I could be balls deep inside you, and you can stop me. One word is all it takes. Promise me that you won’t continue if something feels off for you.”
I turn to face him. “I promise.”
He cups my face in his hands, leaning in to kiss me. Such a gentle caress. A whisper of a touch. “You’re going to keep your eyes on me as you come. I won’t have you looking at another Dom. You cream for me. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” A thrill courses through me.
“Good girl.” He waits for me to dress before taking my hand in his. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.” He leads me out into the hallway and over to the elevator.
“Are you nervous?”
“Yes.” It’s all I can squeak out. My pulse is pounding in my ears as the elevator doors close and Ryder backs me up against the wall.
“I’ve got you, baby girl. You won’t be thinking about anyone else when I’m fucking you.” His lips crash down on mine, his body pressing me into the wall, his erection digging into my hip. “But before we can play, we need to get back to the kitchen to ensure the servers know what they’re doing.”
Tonight, we have outside staff coming in—those who have worked on other levels of the club in the past and have already signed NDAs.
The regular kitchen staff is done preparing the buffet for the evening, leaving Ry and me to ensure everything is perfect from here on out.
I wouldn’t dream of letting Ry fuck me up here if the regular waitstaff was serving.
I may be more confident these days, but not enough to face my co-workers completely naked in the throes of passion.
Nerves swarm my stomach like fireflies caught in a mason jar as we walk through the dining room to the kitchen. It’s familiar, and yet it has a different energy. It’s already full of people, anticipation heavy in the air around us.
It’s almost impossible to focus on getting the food set up. I manage, but my thoughts keep wandering to what’s coming. I’m wet by the time we’re finished, and Ryder takes my hand in his.
“Are you ready?”
“I think so.” Not only am I about to get naked, but I’m also doing it in a restaurant with glass walls in the middle of Manhattan.
“Safeword.”
“Ruby. I promise I’ll use it if necessary.”
“Follow me.” He takes my hand in his as he leads me to a table in the center of the room, and butterflies swarm in my stomach. “You will receive your punishment first. Do you agree?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He settles in a leather chair, his eyes raking the length of me, dark with hunger. “Take off your clothes. You can keep your lingerie on.”
My pulse is racing as I reach for the hem of my dress, pull it up over my head, and drop it to the floor. I can already feel eyes on me, but I focus on Ryder.
“Now, be a good little sub and get into the position for me. You can keep your hands on your knees.” A thrill courses through me as I drop before him, casting my eyes to the floor. “Do you know why you’re being punished?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Never try to get another Dom on your side of an argument. It won’t be tolerated and will always result in punishment. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
“I’m going to spank you. Ten strikes, and you will count for me.” I’m already wet for him as I stand. “Over my knee, now.”
Holy crap. I am so turned on right now, and I have to admit that others watching me feels liberating. I like their eyes on me, but none more than my Dom. The way his eyes darken as I bend over his knee has me in knots, anticipation palpable.
When the first spank hits, every nerve ending in my body comes to life, vibrating with desire only he can sate.
“One, Sir.”
“Good girl.” A second and third. A small crowd has gathered around us. “You see that, baby girl. You draw quite the crowd.” A fourth and fifth rain down.
“Five, Sir.” He dips his fingers between my legs, shifting my panties out of the way.
“You are fucking soaked, Aspen. Do you enjoy everyone watching your punishment?”
“Yes, Sir.” Another hit. “Six, Sir.”
“Your ass is a stunning shade of red right now, baby girl.” He continues my punishment, but it doesn’t feel like one. If anything, I’d say it’s a huge turn-on. When the final spank hits, I’m on the verge of orgasm.
“Ten, Sir.”
He caresses his hand over my cheeks. “You did so well. Now for your reward.”
I stand on shaky legs to await further instruction.
“Take off your bra.” The heat in his eyes as I unclasp the delicate lace is almost more than I can handle.
My heart is hammering in my chest. It’s now or never.
With so many eyes on me, I let it fall from my shoulders, my nipples kissing the cool crisp air.
The rapid rise and fall of my chest betray my attempt at self-assurance.
Panic sets in as I catch a glimpse of the scar marring my left arm.
“Eyes on me, baby girl.” As my gaze finds his, there’s a warming reassurance that I’m in control. “Come closer.”
I do as he asks, my nipples pebbled and eager for his touch.
I watch entranced as he reaches into his pocket and brings out a chain with clips on either end.
I stand stock still as he kisses one nipple before putting the clamp on it, then he does the same on the other.
The pressure is tantalizing, and the overwhelming feeling that we’re being watched is headier than I thought it would be.
He settles back in the chair. “Now, take off your panties. Let everyone see what’s mine.
” My pulse is so fast I think I’m going to pass out as I scan the room.
There are bodies everywhere. Some naked, some watching, some fucking for all to see.
I thought I’d be scared when the time came, but as I find Ryder’s gaze once more, I slip my fingers under the sides of my panties and push them down over my hips, letting them drop to the floor, and stepping out of them.
I’m completely naked, save for my heels, which Ry instructs me to keep on.
I’ve never felt so empowered in my life. Ryder uncorks a bottle of champagne at the table, pouring a flute for me and one for himself. When he holds it out to me, my fingers graze his. “Are you good?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then, drink up. I want you to sit up on the table and slide your hand between your legs.”
I can barely hear him over the whooshing in my ears, but I do as I’m told, perching on the edge of the table as I drain my glass. A little Dutch courage never hurt anyone.
“You look so fucking beautiful right now. Open those legs for me. I want to watch you come before I sink balls deep inside you.”
Emboldened by his words, I take in the room around us as I let my legs fall open, seeing the arousal on people’s faces as they watch my hand dip between my thighs.
“Eyes on me, baby girl. I’m a jealous man.” My gaze snaps back to his, his expression so dark it sends my stomach into a tailspin of desire. “Now, tease your clit for me.”
I do as he asks, watching as he stands and brings the bottle to my side. Leaning in, he takes a mouthful of champagne before dipping to kiss my nipple, the bubbles effervescent as they make contact with my skin—a whisper of a caress, which is a stark juxtaposition to the metal clamps.
“Lie back.” He guides me down before taking another sip of champagne and repeating the kiss on my other breast.
He gives a little bite to the bud, causing me to arch off the table, moaning his name.
“Yes, Ryder!”
He stops dead before a sharp smack hits my pussy. “Subs who don’t address their Dom properly don’t get to come.” He shoves two fingers inside me, thrusting hard before leaving me bereft. He then slides his fingers into my mouth, forcing me to taste myself, to the pleasure of our gathering crowd.
“What do you say, Aspen?”
“I’m sorry, Sir. Please, let me come.”
“Only because you asked so nicely.” True to his word, Ryder kisses every inch of my body with a trail of champagne, except for the one place I crave him.
“Sir…”
“I know. You’re frustrated.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I promise I’ll make it better when I fuck you for everyone to watch. Would you like that? Are you going to be a good girl for me?”
“Yes… oh God.” He takes the last of the champagne into his mouth before spreading my legs as wide as they’ll go and burying his head between my thighs. I can’t help the shameless moan that escapes me.
The cool bubbles are heaven against my pussy as he circles my clit. I relish the eyes on me as I give myself over to my Dominant, and I know in this moment that Ryder didn’t pull me into the darkness. He freed me from it.