Chapter 30
Thirty
The music was some hardcore rock from before they were born. Shay lowered the volume so J’s low voice could be heard. He talked about knots and then demonstrated how to tie them.
Kate stood perfectly still except for her shivering. Rory could tell she was nervous, but that she was also determined to be a good little submissive model for the demonstration.
“She’s got such a gorgeous body. Glad you agreed to let him use her for this,” Shay said.
Rory nodded, enjoying the way the ropes coiled around her naked body as J placed them and pulled them taut. She closed her eyes and her lips parted as her breasts were constricted within the bindings.
“Damn,” Rory murmured, trying to pay attention to the technique, but distracted by how hard his cock was.
J strode over. “I’d like to hang her from one of the installations.”
“Yeah, do it,” Rory said enthusiastically.
“Give me a hand,” J said.
Rory joined him in the center of the group. As soon as he was close to her, Kate tried to lean into him.
“No,” he said, holding her in place by her arm and stepping back. “You’re here to be seen. Stay still,” he ordered.
She immediately straightened, but her eyes were downcast. She was well into the zone.
“You’re doing well, Kate,” J said. To the group he said, “Suspension is the epitome of control and allows us to admire our work from every angle.”
Rory lifted Kate and carried her to the web of ropes. He raised her higher, and J secured a hook through the ropes crisscrossed over her back. Rory lowered her slowly until she was hanging from the rope harness. Her tits, now reddish purple and deliciously swollen, were the lowest part of her.
J stepped up and illustrated how to bind the wrists to the ankles.
“I call this installation the Spiderweb. And now we’ve got a pretty little bug trapped in it,” J said approvingly. “Come closer to have a look and then go ahead and practice.”
Rory’s thumb brushed Kate’s nipple, and he bent forward so her hair brushed his face. “You’re trapped.”
“It’s scary,” she whispered in a ragged breath. “But exciting.”
“Want out?” he said, tracing a line along the rope’s course over her belly.
“No,” she stammered. “At least, not yet.”
“It’s so fucking hot. You look beautiful.”
Kate whimpered, feeling torn between discomfort and arousal.
Master Rory’s lust made her desperate to feel him inside her. Being suspended in mid air in tight bindings was sexy, but also uncomfortable. And she wanted more than his voice and the air touching her. She wanted his hands, his body.
Master J was good at the binding part, just rough enough to excite her. But whenever Master Rory bound her, it was with the looming threat of rough sex to come.
She twisted, causing her body to sway. She whimpered again.
“Master Rory, please,” she whispered.
“Please what?”
“Please…?”
“If you want a reward, be a good slave.”
The rough tone shot through her, creaming her pussy and making her pant. She was helpless and his. Nothing else mattered.
The murmurs of other voices buzzed around her. Fingers brushed her skin while exploring the rope. Her heart thumped harder and faster.
She tried to be good, to make them proud. But throbbing and burning gave way to numbness and more. Finally she couldn’t hang slack, she had to plead and struggle, tears dripping.
Master Rory’s thumb rubbed her damp face, and then he lifted her off the hook. He set her face down over a bolster.
“J, loosen these up. Not off, just less tight.”
Moments later, blood flowed back to her feet and she wailed. Rory rubbed her feet, which made her struggle harder.
“Be still,” he commanded. “What’s too tight?”
“Everything!”
“Hey,” he said sternly. “Concentrate. What’s too tight?”
She panted and shook her head. “Nothing. It’s better, but it’s stinging! I ache.”
“That’s the price,” he murmured. “Of being a pretty doll.” He walked around and lowered his zipper. He took his cock out. “You know what to do.”
She opened her mouth. The moment he glided in, instinct took over.
“That’s it,” he said with a low groan. After several moments, he pulled out and circled around. His fingers teased her clit until she writhed. Then he shoved into her, deep enough to rock her forward, her head dangling toward the floor again.
Master Rory grabbed the ropes on her arms, using them as leverage as he pounded into her.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Please yes.”
Being wound in the ropes and ruthlessly used was such an aphrodisiac. Tears merged with begging him for more. He paused, slapping her ass several times, then spanking it for several excruciating moments. The heat and the pain burrowed into her ass and pussy.
When he started to fuck her again, she lost control, coming so hard she shook with it. He stroked her clit to keep her coming while he thrust.
When he finally came, she bit her lip almost hard enough to draw blood.
A heavy palm rubbed her back and then he pulled out. She panted, still crying weakly as he untied the ropes. He rubbed the tread they had left behind.
“Gorgeous.” He pulled her upright.
She leaned against him, shaky but also tingling from the incredible release.
“You all right?”
“Yes.” She kept her eyes down, but turned her head, so she could see the number of people around them. Plenty. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. It was always a little overwhelming to lose control in front of the club.
“May I go and get dressed pleased?” she whispered.
He stroked the marks on her bare breasts. “You can put a thong on. Nothing else.”
“It’s a little cold, Master Rory.”
“Then you can stand under the spotlight.”
Her flush deepened.
“Those rope marks and that body deserve to be seen.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
“Pretty girl,” J said, joining the others who’d come to admire Kate who was standing under the spotlight with her arms chained over her head.
“True statement,” Rory said. “I enjoyed that workshop. And seeing her suspended in bondage, that was great.”
J nodded. “She’s a sweet little sub. Perfect body for the rope work I wanted to show. Glad you loaned her to the club for the demo.” After a beat, he added, “Now that you’re back, we’ve all had a chance to see how things are. You take good care of her.”
“Despite the punk brutality?” Rory said with a small smirk.
“Apparently,” J said mildly.
Rory chuckled and held out a hand. “No hard feelings, man. I can be an aggressive bastard when I’m after something.”
“True statement,” J said with a smile, but he shook Rory’s hand.