Chapter 2 #3
Charlotte clenched up immediately around the toy, a soft cry escaping her.
“Tonight, I’m going to give you all the orgasms you can handle.
I’m going to make you come until you can’t even beg me to stop.
Until you’re so far gone you forget your own name.
And then, when you’re completely wrecked, when you’re floating so high you can barely feel your own body.
..” I let my voice drop to a growl. “Then I’m going to fuck you.
While you dangle here like a helpless little toy for my cock. ”
Charlotte made a choked sound, her body jerking and shaking violently—and then I saw her thighs get shiny and wet, saw the gush of moisture that slicked her skin.
Holy fuck. She’d just come. Just from the vibrator on low and the promise I’d made.
I grinned, satisfaction and arousal flooding through me in equal measure. “I’m so glad you agree.”
I grabbed a leather armchair from the seating area and dragged it to face her, settling into it with my legs splayed, getting comfortable. This was going to take a while, and I planned to enjoy every second.
Charlotte hung before me, still trembling from her first orgasm, the vibrator buzzing softly inside her. Her head lolled slightly, hair swinging with the subtle motion of her body in the suspension rig.
I palmed my cock through my pants, groaning softly at the pressure. I was so hard it almost hurt. But I could wait. I wanted to watch her first.
I turned the vibrator up a notch.
Charlotte gasped, her hips trying instinctively to move but the ropes held her immobile, suspended and spread and completely at my mercy. All she could do was feel.
“That’s it,” I murmured, unbuttoning my pants to relieve some of the pressure. “Let go, sweetheart. Let your body do what it wants to do.”
“I can’t—I can’t move—” Her voice was desperate, wavering.
“I know. That’s the point.” I reached into my pants and freed my cock, wrapping my hand around the length and squeezing my erection with a low groan. “You don’t have to move. You don’t have to do anything. Just take what I give you.”
I stroked myself slowly, watching her body twitch and shudder. Watching the flush spread down her chest, across her breasts. Watching her hands flex in their bindings behind her back, grasping at nothing.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Please, sir, I’m going to—I can’t—”
“You can,” I told her. “And you will. Come for me, Charlotte. I want to see it.”
She broke on a soft cry, her body convulsing in the ropes, fresh wetness glistening on her thighs. The second orgasm looked even more powerful than the first, her entire body seizing, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.
I turned the vibrator up higher.
“Oh God—oh God —” Charlotte thrashed in her bindings, but there was nowhere to go, nothing she could do. “I can’t—it’s too much—I can’t—”
“You can,” I repeated, my hand moving faster on my cock. “You’re my good little slut. You can take anything I give you. And I’m giving you pleasure, Charlotte. All you have to do is let yourself feel it.”
Tears were sliding down her cheeks now, streaming from beneath the blindfold.
Not tears of pain, but tears of overwhelming sensation, of the intensity of what her body was experiencing.
I’d seen it before, in the best scenes, when a sub was pushed past their normal limits into something transcendent.
“That’s it,” I encouraged her, turning up the vibrator another notch. “So beautiful. So perfect. Let go and just float.”
The third orgasm tore through her without warning, her cry echoing off the walls. I watched her thighs try to clench, watched her body shake, watched her completely lose herself to the pleasure I was forcing on her.
Christ. I was going to come just from watching if I wasn’t careful.
I made myself release my cock, taking a few deep breaths to calm down. I wanted to be inside her when I came. Wanted to feel her pussy wrapping around my cock like it was made for me.
I stood and approached her, turning the vibrator down to its lowest setting. Her body sagged in the ropes, wrung out and trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Color?” I asked, checking in. No matter how lost she was, this was important.
“Green,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper. “So green. Please, sir, please—”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.” The words were desperate, begging. “I need—I need you inside me—please—”
I groaned, the sound torn from somewhere deep in my chest. I quickly shed my pants and boxers until I was as naked as she was.
My cock jutted out in front of me, hard and leaking, desperate to be inside her.
The club required every member to submit a physical so I already knew we were both clean, and last week Charlotte had told me she was on birth control.
No barriers needed. Nothing between us but skin and heat and this all-consuming need.
I positioned myself behind her. The beauty of the suspension rig was that I’d lifted her to exactly the right height—her pussy was level with my hips, perfectly positioned to be fucked.
I reached between her legs and carefully untied the rope holding the vibrator in place, sliding it out of her. She whimpered at the loss, but I replaced it almost immediately with my fingers, feeling how soaked she was, how swollen and sensitive.
“So wet for me,” I murmured, sliding two fingers into her, then three. “So ready. You want my cock?”
“Yes, sir, please, please —”
“Say it again. Tell me what you need.”
“I need your cock, sir. I need you to fuck me. Please, I’ll do anything, just—please—”
I lined myself up, gripped her hips in my hands, and pushed into her in one long, slow stroke until I was balls deep, and shuddered with the pleasure of it all.
Fuck. She was so hot, so tight, so impossibly wet.
Her pussy fluttered around my cock, still spasming from her previous orgasms. The sensation was so intense I had to stop moving for a moment, buried to the hilt inside her, just breathing.
“Oh God,” Charlotte moaned, her voice breaking. “You feel so good, sir, you feel so—”
I pulled back and slammed back in again, harder this time, and she cried out. The ropes and my hands held her perfectly in place, allowing me to fuck her without any concern that she’d move away. Every thrust drove me impossibly deeper, exactly where I wanted to be.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” I growled, setting a punishing rhythm. “To be tied up and used. To be my helpless little fucktoy.”
“Yes—yes—oh God, yes —”
“My perfect little slut.” Thrust. “So desperate for my cock.” Thrust. “So desperate to be owned by me.”
Charlotte was sobbing now, but her body was clenching around me, trying to pull me deeper with every stroke. I could sense another orgasm building in her—could feel her internal muscles tightening, could hear the way her breath was catching.
I reached around and found her clit, rubbing in tight circles as I fucked her.
“Come for me,” I ordered. “One more time. Come on my cock.”
She shattered. Her whole body seized up, her pussy constricting around me so tight my cock pulsed. Her scream echoed through the room, primal and raw and beautiful.
Holding back was impossible and I let go.
My own orgasm crashed through me, pleasure exploding from my core and radiating outward until every nerve in my body was on fire.
My fingers dug into her hips as I drove into her one last time and stayed there, buried deep, pulsing inside her as I came harder than I had in what seemed like forever.
For a long moment, neither of us moved. Just savoring the aftershocks and clinging to the perfect moment of pleasure, trying to regain our breathing.
Then I carefully pulled out and began the delicate process of lowering her down—slowly, carefully, using the pulley system to bring her back to the padded mat on the floor.
Then I knelt beside her, removed the blindfold, and began to undo the ropes and knots, working in reverse order from how I’d tied them.
I checked her skin as I unwound each section, looking for any signs of abrasions, any marks that indicated the rope had been too tight. Her skin was pink where the jute had pressed against her, but nothing concerning. A few rope marks that would fade within hours.
“You did so well,” I murmured as I worked, keeping my voice soft and soothing. “You were perfect, Charlotte. So beautiful. So brave.”
She was still mostly nonverbal, floating in that fuzzy post-scene headspace, but she made a small noise of acknowledgment.
When the last rope fell away, I gathered her into my arms and lifted her, carrying her to the chaise in the corner where there was a soft blanket, a bottle of water, some chocolate.
I settled onto the chaise with Charlotte in my lap, wrapping the blanket around her trembling body. She curled into me instinctively, her face pressed against my chest, her hands clutching at my shoulders like she was afraid I might disappear.
“I’ve got you,” I said softly, stroking her hair. “I’m right here. You’re safe.”
She was crying again—silent tears that soaked into my skin. They were release tears. The kind that came when the body had been pushed past its usual limits and needed to discharge the intensity somehow.
I held her through the wave of emotion, rubbing her back, pressing kisses to the top of her head. Whispering praise and reassurance until her tears slowed and her breathing steadied.
“Drink this.” I held the water bottle to her lips, and she drank obediently, taking small sips. Then a piece of chocolate, which she accepted with a soft noise of pleasure.
We stayed like that for a long time—her curled in my lap, me holding her, both of us coming back to reality together. The room was quiet except for our breathing, the soft hum of the climate control, the distant sounds of the club filtering through the walls.
Eventually, Charlotte stirred. Her eyes were clear again when she looked up at me, though she still looked beautifully wrecked—her hair wild, her skin flushed, rope marks crisscrossing her body like art.
“That was...” She trailed off, shaking her head. “I don’t have words.”
I understood, because that scene had been off the charts for me, as well. I gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You just need to tell me how you feel.” I needed to know she was truly okay.
“Amazing.” A small laugh escaped her. “Wrung out. Like I ran a marathon and won.”
I grinned. “You did win. You were incredible.”
She flushed with pleasure at the praise, ducking her head. Then she looked up at me again, something uncertain flickering in her eyes.
“Kane?”
I continued stroking her bare skin. “Mmm?”
“Can I ask you something?”
My heart rate kicked up slightly, though I kept my expression calm. “You can ask me anything.”
She bit her lip, clearly gathering courage for whatever she wanted to say. I waited, giving her the space she needed, not knowing what to expect.
“This thing we have,” she said slowly. “These sessions here at the club. They’re... they’re amazing. Better than anything I’ve ever experienced. But I was wondering...” She trailed off, her cheeks going pink.
“Wondering what?”
“If maybe you’d want to...get to know me.
Outside of this. Outside the club.” The words came out in a rush, like she was afraid she’d lose her nerve if she didn’t say them fast. “I mean, I know that’s not what this is supposed to be about, and if you want to keep things strictly here, I completely understand, but I—”
I kissed her.
It wasn’t like our kisses during the scene—those had been claiming, dominating, designed to reinforce the power dynamic. This was different. This was soft and slow and tender, my lips moving against hers like I had all the time in the world.
When I pulled back, her eyes were wide, stunned.
“I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask you the same thing,” I admitted, my voice surprisingly rough.
“All week, I’ve been thinking about you.
Not just about... this , although that too.
But about you . Who you are outside these walls.
What makes you laugh. What you eat for breakfast. Whether you’re a morning person or if you need coffee before you can form sentences. ”
Charlotte let out a startled laugh. “Coffee. Definitely need coffee first.”
“See, that’s exactly the kind of thing I want to know.
” I cupped her face in my hands, marveling at how right this felt.
“Have dinner with me. Or coffee, or lunch, or whatever you want. Somewhere normal. Somewhere I can ask you about your life and tell you about mine and figure out if what we have here can be something more.”
Her smile was like sunrise—slow and warm and impossibly beautiful.
“I’d love to have dinner with you,” she said softly.
I kissed her again, longer this time, deeper, while hope settled quietly in my chest. I didn’t know where this was going. Didn’t know if we’d be compatible outside the charged atmosphere of the club or if whatever sparked between us would translate to normal life. But I knew I wanted to find out.
For the first time in years, I wanted something more than just sex with a woman. And I wanted it with her.
“Next Saturday,” I murmured against her lips. “I know a place with amazing pasta and even better wine. Quiet enough to talk.”
“Next Saturday,” she agreed. “It’s a date.”
I held her closer, breathing in the scent of her—sex and sweat and that hint of floral that was just her —and felt my lips curve into a smile I couldn’t have stopped if I’d tried.
A warmth spread through me that had everything to do with this woman in my arms. For the first time in longer than I could remember, I wasn’t thinking about the job, the cases, the weight I carried every day.
I was thinking about the future. About all the possibilities with Charlotte.
Yeah. This was going to be good.