Chapter 8
EMERSON
JJ stepped onto the stage, turning her back to the St. Andrew’s cross. Fitz removed her corset and boy shorts, leaving her completely naked.
“Many of you who know my beautiful wife and me, know that I rarely play to any degree in public. Usually it is only like tonight where Mrs. Fitzwallace has chosen to act out publicly that she gets her comeuppance the same way. Anything you’d like to add, Jordan?”
“No, Master. You made it abundantly clear when you were beating my ass that I could either agree to this or you would take your damn razor strop to me and leave welts behind.”
Emerson gasped and started to rise to go to JJ’s defense as Fitzwallace bound his wife in spread-eagle position to the four arms of the cross.
“No, Emerson. You do not come between a Dom and his sub. JJ put herself at unnecessary risk this morning, disobeying Fitz at the same time. I would suggest you see this as a cautionary tale. Given what could have happened, I think Fitz is showing admirable restraint, but for the record, I am not opposed to playing or punishing in front of others. Oftentimes it can be a good object lesson for the sub.”
“Apparently Jordan has forgotten her manners and as she was already on high protocol, I’ll help her remember there is a time and a place to get mouthy with your Dom, and this isn’t one of them,” said Fitzwallace.
He opened a small leather case that was sitting on a table just to the side of the apparatus. Taking out a ball gag, he had it in place and secured before JJ even realized what he was about. It muted her ability to speak but not to express her anger.
“There, there, lass,” crooned Fitzwallace. “You can thank me later when I take the gag out of your mouth and replace it with my cock.”
He chuckled as she squirmed and shot him daggers with her dark, dangerous eyes.
“You’ll notice, malenkaya,” whispered Viktor, “that while she is obviously annoyed with Fitz, her nipples are stiff, her skin is flushed, and her pussy is getting wet and ripe. Fitz may be punishing her, but he is also preparing her for some hard use later tonight.”
“Will he fuck her up there?”
“Doubtful. My guess is when he’s done with her here, he’ll take her up to the lounge, sit her between his legs and have her give him a blow job. He’ll keep her waiting and will keep her aroused until he takes her up to a privacy room where he will ensure her pussy is every bit as sore as her spectacular ass.”
“Why does she let him?”
“Because for all her protestations to the contrary, she loves and adores Fitz and knows he only wants the best for her and to keep her safe. She knew when she chose to disobey him that when he found out—and you should know Doms always find out—that she would pay a heavy price. I’m not sure this is what she had in mind, but Fitz knows his wife well.”
Fitz turned back to the tray and pulled out a pair of bright red enameled nipple clamps. He turned back to JJ, dangling the nipple clamps from his index finger. “For those of you who don’t know, my beautiful wife is very responsive to both pain and pleasure. The lovely thing with nipple clamps is they give pain, then pleasure, then pain again when they are released. JJ hates them, which is what makes them an excellent disciplinary tool.”
JJ’s breathing was erratic as Fitz rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it hard and slipping the first clamp onto the nipple. If looks could have killed, the Scotsman would have been dead. He treated her other nipple in the same manner, chuckling as he tightened the second clamp in place and JJ moaned and sagged against her restraints.
“There’s my good lass,” he said soothingly. He stepped back to admire his handiwork.
JJ moaned and looked at him pleadingly, making the front of his leathers tent. She wriggled against the bindings, looking to Fitzwallace for relief, but there was none coming, at least not momentarily. Her nipples were becoming more pebbled and were beginning to resemble bright raspberries.
Fitzwallace backed over to his equipment tray and brought out some kind of harness. He attached the three buckled areas around JJ—one around her waist; the other two were strapped around each thigh. Hanging between her legs was some kind of holder with lacings on either side. JJ must have recognized it and struggled to avoid getting hooked up to whatever Fitz had in mind.
Emerson could feel her own arousal amping up in spite of not wanting it to. Her breath was erratic, and when Viktor put his hand beneath the front of her thong and fingered her clit, she gasped and heard several people close to them chuckle.
“Pay them no mind, dushka. Listen only to the sound of my voice and to that of Fitzwallace and JJ. Watch them as I play with you.”
“But there are others…”
“They do not matter, and I assure you, some of the other Doms are doing the same with their subs.”
“Nay, lass,” said Fitzwallace. “It’ll do you no good to struggle.”
He lifted a magic wand out of his bag and situated it in its slot so that it was pressed firmly against Jordan’s clit. Never breaking eye contact with his wife, Fitzwallace turned it on and watched her writhe in response. JJ’s breathing became ragged and thready. Fitzwallace splayed her labia wider as he increased the speed of the vibrator.
“For some, denying their sub an orgasm can be effective. I find it just makes Jordan mean and vengeful. She is much easier to handle in the aftermath of discipline if she’s been blissed out. I do draw the line at letting her hit subspace.”
Fitzwallace stepped back in order to let those in the audience see the effect the scene was having on JJ. He slipped his hand under the magic wand and began to caress her pussy, making JJ buck against his hand. The vibrator buzzed harshly against her, and the sheer intensity of the experience made her thrash desperately, her back arching as she bit down on the gag.
Fitz put on a sterile glove, lubed up one finger, and stepped behind her. From her reaction it was fairly easy to tell Fitz had inserted his finger in her anus. Jordan screamed into the ball gag as she came.
Fitz returned to her side, removing the glove and disposing of it in a secure container for that purpose. He reached down to the wand and turned it off, removing it and the harness from JJ’s inert body. He removed the nipple clamps soothing her ache with his mouth and tongue as she moaned softly. After he was done, he wiped down the wand, clamps and ball gag and placed everything back in his small kit.
“Do ye think you can behave yourself for the rest of the time we’re in America?” he asked calmly, fisting her hair to raise her head.
“Yes, Master.”
“I mean it Jordan, next time you pull a stunt like that you won’t sit or fuck comfortably for a week. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Viktor, can I get one of your people to take care of the area?”
“That won’t be a problem, Fitz.”
“Good,” said the Scotsman, taking a soft blanket and wrapping it around JJ as he released her from her bonds. “Now, lass, you and I will go upstairs while I have a drink, and you provide me with some relief. Then we’ll take advantage of the guest suites where I will spend the rest of the night between your legs making a meal of you in one way or another.”
JJ said nothing as she sagged into her husband, who scooped her off the ground and carried her out of the area.
“Perhaps you and I should adjourn to my office where you can properly thank me for my earlier discipline,” said Viktor in a low tone.
“Why is it they think we should thank them for that?” asked a southern voice in the darkness.
Before she could hear the answer, Viktor had hauled her up, tossed her over his shoulder, upending her world and striding out of the dungeon.
“Viktor, careful. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“Carrying you? Not likely.”
He made short work of the stairs and getting to his office. Once inside, he closed the door, walked behind his desk, and sat down in his chair, settling her on her knees on the floor. His quick, jerking movements at the lacing of his leathers spoke eloquently to how much he wanted her mouth. She tried to close her fist around his girth but couldn’t manage it. She leaned over his cock, her mouth hovering over it, letting him feel the warmth of her breath.
“Thank you for my discipline, Master.”
He hadn’t yet told her that she needed to start calling him that, but it sounded as right when she said it, as it had when JJ had used the term with Fitz.
She closed her mouth around the weeping head of his cock, sucking lightly. She ran her tongue down the underside, tracing the deep V there, loving the taste, scent and feel. Viktor’s fingers flexed in her hair before making a fist and giving it a slight tug. She closed her eyes and groaned at the way it lit up her scalp. She reached up to roll his balls in her hand.
Emerson ran her tongue along the length of his cock, reveling in the way he groaned and tightened his grip on her hair. He pressed his cock in, seeking the velvety spot at the back of her throat. She swallowed, forcing him down. She looked up to see his eyes rolled back in his head as he moaned. She continued to cup his balls, playing gently with them.
His cock was swelling and twitching; he was getting ready to give up his cum. Viktor began to pump his hips as his hands came down to hold her head in place, allowing him to fuck her mouth. She enveloped him with her soft, heated, wet mouth. He forced her face down into his groin, shooting what felt like an endless stream of cum down her throat.
When he fell back, completely relaxed, she licked him clean, tonguing and suckling him softly.
“Very nice, dushka,” he rumbled, taking her hand and helping her up from her knees.
He sat her on the edge of his desk, spreading her legs wide before grasping the almost nothing-there pair of panties and ripping them off. Lifting each of her legs over his shoulders, Viktor leaned forward, nuzzling her sex before licking her entire length from clit to just before her dark rosebud and back again.
Viktor began to eat her pussy. She’d always enjoyed oral sex from the giving point, but only endured it from the receiving end. As Viktor began to work on her, she realized she now understood the meaning of the phrase being made a meal of. He rolled his tongue into a spear and stabbed up into her pussy as he used his fingers to stroke her labia and clit.
Part of Emerson wanted to rock back on her forearms, tossing her head and reveling in what he was doing to her, but instead her gaze was riveted to her sex where Viktor was eating her relentlessly without ever taking his eyes off hers.
“Viktor,” she cried out as she came, and he lapped up all her honey.
He stood, his massive cock having become fully engorged again and jutting out at her like a compass needle pointed at true north, only his dick was a lot bigger than any needle. Pulling her to her feet, he turned her around and shoved her over the edge of his desk. He didn’t ask for permission or even cooperation. He meant to take her, and she meant to let him.
The tip of his cock probed her opening before he entered her slowly. He stretched her almost painfully until her pussy relaxed, accepting him fully. He bumped up against her opening at an angle that meant he brushed her clit with every downward thrust. He picked up the pace, holding her hips steady in his hands as he began to pound into her. Emerson’s pussy clamped down like a vice as she came hard again.
“Yes, malenkaya, that is what your pussy and this body were meant for, to give and receive pleasure from mine.”
Over and over, he drove into her, slamming in only to drag himself back, and then pressing in again. He fucked her harder and longer than she’d thought was possible. She came again, and he didn’t let up, just continued plowing her from behind through each successive orgasm. Again and again as he thrust into her, her inner walls shook, quivered and spasmed around him. Emerson’s breath sped up, and the noises she was making became moans, and then sighs and small whimpers as another orgasm approached, faster than she could comprehend.
Her body stiffened in anticipation, and she began to pant, terrified at the amount of pleasure she was about to feel and embarrassed that he could undo her to this extent. Suddenly he sent her careening into a freefall of pure bliss. He gave a final, hard, ferocious thrust deep inside her. Emerson screamed in ecstasy, her pussy clamping down hard, her legs trembling as they dangled, not quite reaching the floor. Her body writhed in his hold as her pussy greedily milked his cock, savoring every bit of pleasure she could from this man who seemed intent on making her his.
“Good girl. You remain here; don’t move.” Viktor withdrew from her, rubbing the excess of his cum that leaked out into her skin. “You will carry my scent until morning.”
He walked to one of the bookcases and toggled down a book, which swung open a secret door. She could hear him tapping something but didn’t even move her head to see what it was. It wasn’t so much that she was being obedient as it was that she was exhausted and sated in a way she had never been before.
She felt something wrap around her neck. She fleetingly thought she should be concerned, but she had neither the will nor the wherewithal to do so. Something cold and metallic pressed against her throat and she heard a distinctive clicking noise. She reached up and fingered something that felt like a diamond choker.
“There; it is done. You are mine.”
“A collar? Aren’t you kind of supposed to ask if I am okay with that?”
“I do not ask. I take what I want, and I want you.”
He lifted her in his arms, cradling her against his chest as he sat in one of the large wingback chairs. He rocked her in his arms as he sang quiet Russian lullabies to her, and she drifted off to sleep. Her last conscious thought was she was now yoked to a man she knew little about and who seemed intent on dominating every aspect of her life whether she liked it or not.