Talk For Me: Club Avalon Book 3

by Kay Elle Parker

  “I should have come earlier and talked to her,” she hissed back.

  “Jasper has everything under control,” he repeated, hooking his arm around her waist.

  The Master was calm, collected, and fired back answers to every query thrown his way. After a few moments, when the atmosphere turned edgy, he cut the murmurs off with a slice of his hand. “If everyone is ready, I'll get our guest of honor.” He disappeared into the dark.

  “Where is she?” Thane murmured in Connie's ear.

  “My guess is she's in the area at the back,” she replied quietly. “It's secluded, designed like a shower room. She probably won't be able to hear anything with the way it's set up. A good move on J's part—Archie's brave and she has courage leaking from her pores, but this is different. It's not just a scene with a new kink, it's an open display. And not everyone abides by the rules.”

  “They'd better,” he growled, then shut himself up when he thought he saw movement in the shadows. Jasper's white hair appeared first, then Anarchy's golden locks. His heart ached in sympathy when Jasper coaxed his sub to the edge of the light and she hesitated, her breath catching.

  Naked, she stood stiffly, her hands clenched by her sides as her eyes darted around. By the stubborn expression she wore, she was on the verge of flitting away into the darkness again. A shiver rippled through her visibly when Jasper leaned down and whispered something in her ear, then her hands loosened. Relaxed.

  “All right, this is where trust between a Dom and sub comes in,” Jasper stated, nudging Archie toward the table. “Ordinarily, I'd suggest doing this in private if your partner is a little nervous. However, I am a sadist, and I do enjoy torturing my kitten, as you all know. My advice would be to hire one of the private rooms here, perhaps ask one of the monitors or a trusted member to sit in as support. Up you go, kitten,” he told his sub when they reached the table. “Flat on your back, there's a good girl.”

  Thane noticed that several subs in the audience, attached or not, appeared to swoon at the Master's words. He'd put money on the fact there'd be a rash of submissives willing to volunteer if Archie got cold feet and bolted. Not that Jasper would accept, but there'd be hands lifted, nonetheless.

  Archie boosted herself onto the table, gracefully leaning back until her shoulders touched the cold rubber. She flinched and blew out a long, low breath. She gripped the sides of the table and stared up at the three spotlights beaming light and attention onto her body.

  “Fisting requires three things: Time. Patience. Lube. Always make sure you have adequate lubrication available. Take the time to do things right. If you've only got thirty minutes to play, don't choose fisting as your activity for the night. Take the time to check your fingernails—make sure your hands are washed and clean, trim down your fingernails, and make sure you eradicate any sharp edges. Believe me, you do not want to cut her—she has the power to deny you sex for the next year.”

  A smattering of laughter, barely a whisper, hummed through the audience spreading out around the circle of light.

  “The choice is up to you whether you use latex gloves or not. Lube and latex makes for an easier insertion, so tonight I'll be wearing one. Always check with your play partner whether they have any allergies to what you’re using—in this case, your choice of lubrication and the brand of gloves.” Jasper stripped off his shirt, revealing some wicked full sleeve tattoos, then flicked the cloth off the wheeled table and picked up a blue glove, sliding it on with a snap that made Archie jump. “Avalon prides itself on stocking hypoallergenic products, but not every club does, and what you buy for home use may not be suitable for subs with allergies.” He flexed his fingers, stretching them. “Lubrication is essential. Don't be stingy assholes,” he warned.

  Anarchy continued to stare at the lights, her body beginning to shake. Jasper rubbed his bare hand over her thigh in reassurance.

  “By this point, your sub should have realized that something quite large and uncomfortable is going to be working its way inside her. You may get a calm reception, or you might find yourself with a hellcat trying to flee. Right now, a gentle touch and patience are your best fucking friends. Restraining your sub at the hips, thighs, and ankles might be beneficial.” He tugged a strap from beneath the table and crossed it over Archie's pelvis. Two more went around her thighs, another pair around her ankles. When she was pinned, he pushed the split in the table open, parting her legs wide. “My kitten can't wiggle, kick, or hurt herself. Your sub should be as flat as possible to keep her stomach and vaginal muscles loose. Doing okay, Archie?”

  Her blonde head nodded nervously, but she didn't speak.

  Thane wondered if she was biting her tongue.

  “Right now, nerves are getting the better of her,” Jasper continued in a low voice. “There are no visible signs of arousal—no clit peeking from its hood, her labia are flat and pale. If I explore a little,” he said, shifting to stand beside her hip and sliding his gloveless hand down her mound, easing a single digit inside her, “she's not wet at all. Just relax, kitten. Just give me control.”

  Thane could see her hips trying to squirm. In his arms, Connie was tense, her desire to help obvious. But this wasn't her rodeo, and she needed to understand Jasper had all the reins clutched in his fist. The man would rather cut off his arm than harm his submissive, that was plain to see.

  Anarchy whimpered.

  “I do love the sound of a sub in distress,” Jasper told the audience, playing the sadist role well, but his eyes were heavy with concern. “Unfortunately, that's not the game we're playing tonight. If your sub is anxious, reassure her. This is the center of your world at your mercy, trying her best to please you.” He moved up to her head, his hands on either side of her face. What he said to her was inaudible, but she shook her head slowly in response. Kissing her tenderly, he returned to his position. “Communication is key. Safewords should be applicable at all times. Should you find your submissive is, like mine, apprehensive, then tease her. Pleasure her. Stroke her pussy, suck her nipples, do whatever it is she enjoys most to get her head where you both need it to be.”

  Jasper's fingers covered her mound again, using them to trace her labia, circle her clit. After a few quiet minutes of simple playing, she was arching against the straps, moaning pleas. “See how she's responding? Beautiful plump labia, a stunning shade of pink. Nipples erect, just like her clit.” He brushed his thumb over the bundle of nerves, then slid two fingers firmly up inside her. “Hot, wet, responsive. This is where you need to be before you even think about stepping up a level.”

  “Sir, please.” Anarchy's moan caused a chain reaction through the room, with several groans bouncing back at her.

  “I've got you, kitten. I'll give you what you want soon.” Jasper reached out and snagged a pump bottle off the metal table. He filled his gloved palm with thick, clear gel and liberally coated his entire hand as he spoke. “Lube should be applied over every inch of your hand. From fingers to wrist, front and back. If it's going inside her, grease it up. As often as you need to. Your priority as the Dom—or Domme—is to ensure your sub's comfort, safety, and wellbeing.”

  He continued to spread the gel over his hand as he crossed to the other side of the table, jamming the bottle in his back pocket. “Archie, we're going to start now. You've got your safewords, use them if necessary. This will feel a little cold at first, kitten.” His moves were confident as he thrust two lubed fingers back up between her legs.

  Thane's cock kicked in the confines of his jeans when her pelvis tried to tilt up, her legs kicking uselessly against her restraints. It was far too fucking easy to imagine Connie in the blonde's place, her curvy body trembling, her cunt clamping down on his fingers. Cursing under his breath, he straightened and adjusted his erection.

  “Don't you be getting any ideas,” the love of his life hissed, making him grin.

  “Would I?” he shot back, then turned his full attention back to Anarchy as she squealed.

  Three fingers. Jas
per wasn't messing about, but then he knew his sub's limits. His wrist didn't stop moving, constantly twisting and rotating, pushing forward slightly, pulling back. After a moment or two, he took the bottle from his pocket and pumped more gel over his fingers. “Anarchy is lovely and wet now. There's a twinge or two of discomfort, but she's opening up the more I ask. Ask,” he told the audience, “do not demand. Don't jam four fingers in and expect her to take it like a champ. Warm those muscles up, stretch them with care. Once she's happy with three fingers and she relaxes around them,” Jasper withdrew until only his fingertips remained inside her, then brought his pinkie finger into the mix, “then you can move ahead. Color, kitten.”

  “Greeeeeeeeen,” she mewled, her hands gripping her own hair in white-knuckled fists.

  “Good girls like my Archie find the rhythm. If by this point, your sub isn't exhibiting this kind of eagerness, take a break and talk things over. Call it quits for the night or just fuck her. Give her a positive reward for getting to this point.” His hand hadn't stopped yet, constantly working to gain just another inch. “Your hand should be in a cone shape. Four fingers as tightly together as you can, your thumb tucked into the middle.”

  Certain Connie was about to spontaneously combust, Thane began to nibble on her ear, his hand sliding down the front of her until he reached her waistband. He snuck his hand under it, found her ridiculously wet.

  Jasper withdrew completely, much to his lover's disappointment, and held up his hand to show what he meant. He squirted more lube onto his fingers, then the bridge of his broad knuckles. When he pushed back inside her, Anarchy's head tilted back on the table. “The most difficult part for your sub to accept is trusting you to force your hand into her cunt—in particular, the knuckles. The broadest part of your hand. The part that doesn't adjust, can't be manipulated to fit as easily as fingers.”

  There wasn't a sound in the room aside from Anarchy's shallow, keening breaths. All eyes were on the scene unfolding, avidly waiting for Jasper's next narrative. Thane observed the muscles growing taut in the Master's arm, tried to gauge how much force was behind the constant pressure Jasper's hand was exerting against Anarchy's entrance.

  Connie shifted restlessly in his arms, her hips subtly riding the fingers in her pussy. He couldn't wait to get her alone and give her something more substantial to pony up on—the way she was vibrating edgily, she'd go off like a fucking rocket.

  Beneath the lights, Anarchy cried out sharply, pain shimmering under the sound. Her hands shot between her legs as she tried to sit up, only to be thwarted by Jasper's free palm pressing against her upper chest and pushing her back down flat. “Master Jasper, I can't, it hurts.”

  More words were exchanged, out of range of the aroused crowd anticipating the next step. Jasper's kitten was begging earnestly, the expression on her face morphing from bliss to dread. Dread to acceptance. Acceptance to quiet submission. Whatever Jasper said to her, he was swaying her back to capitulation. When she nodded and offered him a wavering smile, the tension in Jasper's broad shoulders eased.

  “At some point down the line, your sub will probably hit her peak,” he said, speaking once again to the gathered mass outside the lights. “So far, she's experienced some pleasure, maybe she's had an orgasm if she's lucky, but pain begins to outweigh the positive benefits. Even masochists like Anarchy can be overwhelmed by the sensations. Doms, just in case you're struggling to empathize with your subs, imagine something hard and rigid opening up your urethra.”

  Thane knew he winced at the imagery, as did most of the men around him. That was not something he wanted his dick to ever go through, not even at Connie's behest.

  “Talk to your sub. Reassure her. Listen to her. More importantly, feel her. Anarchy has a tight little pussy, and while her muscles are spreading around my hand, she's not letting me in. So what do we do in this instance?” Jasper dug into his back pocket and produced a bullet vibe. “Pleasure. Overload the system with pleasure.” A high-pitched buzzing began, followed by Archie's gasp of shock when the tiny vibrator was crushed against her clit.

  “Thane, I need to go. Now.” Connie's voice was breathless as she tried to twist out of his arms.

  Her pussy pulsed around his fingers, slickness coating his hand. Setting his thumb on her clit, he teased her mercilessly as she tried her hardest not to give herself away. His lips touched her ear. “If you think you can run away so you can come in private, think again, sugar. I want to feel you shatter while you watch your friend take her Master's hand inside her. I want you to fall apart, wondering when I'm going to do the same to you.”

  On the exam table, Anarchy screamed with her climax, her body gleaming beneath the lights and arching into a stunning bow of female release. In Thane's arms, Connie's orgasm was almost silent, but no less powerful. He held on to her, keeping her upright as eyes flicked their way. Dismissing the curious faces, he nuzzled her neck. “Good girl.”

  Leaving his fingers inside her, relishing the rhythmic squeeze of her inner muscles, Thane's attention locked back onto the scene just as Jasper's knuckles did the impossible and breached the sanctity of his sub's pussy. Having navigated past the pubic bone, Jasper's gloved hand slid inside his kitten to the wrist.

  The look on Anarchy's face was priceless, Thane thought. His cock lurched as he thought how Connie's beautiful features would contort with that same shocked, bewildered, euphoric expression.

  Jasper praised his kitten lavishly, his hand unmoving inside her. “And this…this is the moment you want to achieve. You have your sub exactly where you want her in this moment. I can do anything to her, anything at all, and Anarchy simply has to trust that I won't hurt her. But then, she holds immense power over me too, because if I do something wrong, if I do hurt her, she isn't going to forgive me easily. Our first time doing this may well be our last. Remember, this isn't the outer body we're dealing with here. It's not a part of the anatomy to be blasé about—it's the heart of her. Soft, vulnerable. Do not underestimate the amount of faith she has given you to do this.”

  “So don't fuck it up,” Archie moaned, trying to twist her hips.

  “Exactly, kitten. Now, you can't see what my hand is doing right now, obviously, but you still have a good range of motion. Using a clenched fist, you can thrust. Gently to begin with,” he advised, moving his arm like a piston, backwards and forward. The wet squelching of a greedy pussy was audible, as was Archie's mewling groan. “Faster, a little harder if your sub is amenable.” Jasper moved his arm in accordance with his words, picking up momentum as his sub gripped the edges of the table and cried his name.

  Right before she orgasmed, he slowed down, then stopped. Letting her catch her breath, Jasper grinned over at the spectators. “Fisting and spreading your fingers inside the vagina can produce several different reactions. Be mindful of perforating the fascia—the tissue separating the vagina and rectum.” This time, although his arm didn't move, the muscles in his forearms flexed. “As long as you're careful, you can make this particular kink highly pleasurable. The more you do it, the more you'll learn what your sub likes, what she doesn't. Find the hidden spots that make her eyes roll back, like so,” he gestured with his free hand, drawing focus to the slackness of Anarchy's face as her eyes rolled slowly into her head, “and the ones that cause her discomfort. Reading her body will tell you a hell of a lot more than her mouth will. Any questions before I draw this to a close?”

  Thane chuckled as a barrage of queries were launched toward the Master. Idly, he stroked through the warm slickness at his fingertips, occasionally thrusting up into Connie's needy pussy. He wondered whether to slip away with her before the mass exodus happened, then caught Loki's eyes across the room. The dark-haired Master jabbed a finger at the floor, indicating Thane should stay where he was.

  Inclining his head in acknowledgement, Thane amused himself by coaxing his woman up onto her tiptoes, pinching her clit gently and biting her shoulder as she spluttered out a half-hearted protest. “Loki wants us
to stay here, sugar. I'd rather drag you off like a caveman and fuck you senseless in a dark corner somewhere, but we'd better do as we're told.”

  “Thane…”

  Connie's groan was cut off by a wailing scream from Anarchy. Thrashing on the exam table, she bolted upright, blindly groping for her Master. Whatever he'd done to her insides, he'd hit the fucking jackpot. Bracing her with an arm around her shoulders, Jasper dismissed the spectators with instructions to find him after he finished Archie's aftercare if anyone had any further questions, then focused every ounce of energy on his submissive.

  Thane didn't move as people dispersed, bumping into him as they passed. There was a lot of murmuring, and he knew the social area would be full of discussions on the topic of fisting tonight. He pulled Connie closer to him, slipping his hand out of her pants and sucking his fingers clean. She was delicious. Maybe he should spend a dedicated amount of time on his knees this evening, eating her like a starving man. He liked the sound of that.

  When the room was empty aside from Thane, Connie, Jasper, Anarchy, and Loki, Atticus and Liam wandered in, shutting the doors behind them.

  “Braun and Bodie?” Jasper asked without turning around.

  “On their way. Saul's covering the front desk, and I stole Damien to cover the bar.” Liam lifted an eyebrow as the main lights flashed on, and the spotlights died. “Having fun there, Jasper?”

  Ignoring the good-natured ribbing, Jasper eased his sub back down onto the table. Her head hung back, her arms were limp. “Such a good kitten, making me incredibly proud.” He pressed his free hand just above her mound, then carefully extracted himself from inside his sub. Stripping off the glove, he tossed it onto the rolling table, and accepted the blanket Loki tossed at him.

  Thane was familiar with the look of utter peace on the Master's face as Jasper bundled his drowsy submissive into the blanket, then scooped her into his arms. He sat on the table, cradling her, his lips moving against her hair. Murmuring sweet nothings and praise into her ear, Thane mused. Whatever he said was for Anarchy's ears only, and that was how it should be.