by Grant, Livia
Thankfully, Lisa was almost perfectly still except for the occasional little squirming wiggle when she pressed her legs together. She was enjoying this as much as he was. Maybe more.
And he had to admit, he was impressed at how quickly she'd submitted to the flame and flogger. That she hadn't panicked when she'd first felt the heat. Or when the flogger had first landed. He'd been prepared for both. After all, they hadn't ever played together before and he'd never observed her being particularly good at submitting.
But she'd submitted beautifully for this.
For him.
Examining the 'why' would have to come later though, when he had the concentration for it. The flame on the flogger was beginning to fade and Elliott let out a long, low breath, bringing the swing to a natural end. Garreth immediately stepped up with the bucket of water so they could douse it.
One of the perks of doing a fire scene at Black Light was that he could trust the Dungeon Monitors to take care of his implements for him, while he took care of his sub. Leaving them to it, he moved swiftly to Lisa to check her skin.
Pink. The surface was warm to his touch and she shuddered as he ran his fingers over the splotches on her back, her low whimper going straight to his cock. No actual burns and she was so blissed out, her eyes were unfocused and hazy when she opened them.
"Please," she whispered, her body trembling under his touch.
If it was any other night, if she were the sub he'd chosen, he'd take out his cock and fuck her from behind right there... but she was going to need aftercare, they had two more spins of the wheel to do, and it was her. Elliott didn't even know if she'd want him to fuck her.
But he couldn't ignore that sweet, soft plea either. Sliding his hand between her body and the cross, he pressed his fingers over the little strip of hair adorning her mound and into the wet heat of her pussy.
She was soaked. Gritting his teeth against the punch of arousal that hit him, he swirled his fingers, stroking her clit. Immediately she cried out, her hips moving, pressing forward for more, body shuddering in response to the stimulation. Elliott pressed against her, helping to hold her up so that all of her weight wasn't on her wrists while she cried out in glorious orgasm.
His cock ached in envious response.
Fuck.
* * *
Lisa
Something cool spread across her back and ass, soothing the heat that had found its way under her skin. Not that the heat had felt bad. But the cool felt nice.
Then warmth. A hard lap. Arms holding her securely, comfortingly. It was like being in a cozy little nest. Her pussy still throbbed with the aftermath of her orgasm, although it hadn't entirely assuaged the need kindling inside of her. But enough for now. Especially because she was enjoying the snuggling.
Mmm. Nice.
The deep rumble of a voice.
Wait a second.
She knew that voice.
Master Elliott. Jerk face.
‘Not a real submissive.’
Lisa shot upright. Or, well, almost. She tried to, but the muscular arms around her tightened almost as soon as she moved, holding her in place as easily as if she were a kitten. Which would be really sexy if those arms belonged to someone else.
Okay, that was a lie. It was still really sexy even though they were Master Elliott's arms... just, frustrating too. Bad enough she was attracted to him, did he have to snuggle her too? What was he thinking while he was doing so? Was he judging her for not being able to handle the fire play?
How long had he been cuddling her? Was she going to lose her chance to spin the wheel twice more and prove to both of them that she was not only a submissive, but an awesome submissive? Why hadn't he gotten her moving once they were done with the scene?
"Would you hold still?" His growling voice sank into her bones and she froze, although she didn't sink back into his hold the way she wanted to. "What is wrong with you?"
"We have to spin again," she said automatically, because that was at the forefront of her mind.
The exasperated sigh she heard in return was much more in line with how he usually treated her than all this cuddling was.
"Can't you just sit still and enjoy the moment? Aftercare is expected."
"I don't need aftercare," she said automatically, despite the immediate urge to snuggle back into his arms and forget the rest of the world. That was the best reason to not indulge, as far as she was concerned.
Hmph. Expected. Yeah, it was his duty as a dom to provide her with aftercare if she needed it. She never had before. Although, if she was being honest with herself, she knew that she'd never done such an intense scene before either.
Part of her wanted to sink back into his arms and just enjoy the moment, but she knew that was a dangerous idea. The only thing Master Elliott felt for her was disdain. Well, and going by the hard cock against her hip, he maybe felt something else for her too, but she was pretty sure that wasn't personal.
Besides, it was too late.
"Fine," he snapped out the word, sounding angry and a little hurt. "Next scene. Let's go spin the wheel."
From the tone of his voice, she almost expected to be dumped to the ground when he stood up, but he held her firmly, keeping his hold on her arm until she was settled on her feet. The loss of his arms around her made her want to cry out and she bit her lip against the sound. Dammit.
Providing her aftercare didn’t mean he thought she was weak or anything. She didn’t even know why her mind had gone there. Maybe just because she really did have something to prove to him. But he wouldn’t have thought any less of her if she’d indulged in some cuddling… she shouldn’t have snapped at him. Even if she was trying to protect herself.
His hand settled around the back of her neck again, like it belonged there, and it was disconcerting how reassuring it felt. She almost wanted to apologize for rejecting his aftercare, maybe even take it back and climb back onto his lap, but he slapped her ass.
The sting was greater than she anticipated, probably because her skin was sensitive after being flogged with fire.
"Move, girl."
Ugh. She resented how much that order turned her on.
Chapter 5
Elliott
Ten minutes, Elliott fumed. She'd given him just ten minutes of aftercare, and the moment she'd come to her senses she'd pushed him away.
Elliott liked aftercare, dammit. It was like letting out a long, deep sigh after holding his breath. Calming. Centering. And he could have really used more time to reflect on how different sceneing with Lisa was than he’d expected.
At least, it had been different. Until she'd come to her senses and immediately started shooting off from her mouth. Not for the first time, he yearned for a gag to use on her. Although she was suspiciously quiet now that he was steering her back to the stage through the crowd.
He was curious about some of the other scenes going on, but there were enough people that he couldn't really see much of what was happening elsewhere. They were already drawing some new eyes, aside from the spectators they'd had for their first scene, as the eager audience realized they were headed for a new spin.
Glancing down at Lisa, Elliott couldn't see enough of her expression to even take a guess as to what she was thinking.
Which might be for the best.
They stepped back up onto the stage and Elixxir grinned at them. "That scene was hot!"
Lisa giggled and Elliott had to tamp down an unexpected flare of jealousy. But really? That was a terrible pun.
"It was pretty good," Lisa said, smiling widely at Elixxir.
Oh. Hell no.
She was going to pay for that little remark. Elixxir's eyes widened as he cut his gaze to Elliott to see his reaction, before turning back to Lisa and shaking his head.
"You are trouble, aren't you?" he asked her, moving aside so she could spin the wheel. Lisa smirked at him. She ignored Elliott entirely, as far as he could tell. Yep. She was definitely asking for some punishment.
Something with spanking... whipping... so that I can smack some respect into her sweet ass...
The wheel rocked to a stop. Elliott's heart lurched and a slow smile began to spread across his face.
"CNC! That's uh..." Elixxir glanced down at his notes. "That's Consenting Non-Con."
Elliott released his hold on Lisa's neck and looked down at her. Wide, startled doe eyes stared back up at him, wary and unsure. He leaned toward her until his face was only a couple inches away from hers, his voice low and threatening.
"Run."
* * *
Lisa
Oh fuck... oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...
CNC had been on her list of choices for hard limits. She hadn't rolled it, but it had been there. She'd been so caught up with feeling guilty about how harsh she'd been to Master Elliott right after the scene and feeling dumb for thinking that he'd think less of her for indulging in some aftercare and even dumber because she could have still been cuddling with the hot man, she'd blanked when DJ Elixxir had first announced it.
Honest-to-goodness hadn't been able to remember what CNC was until he explained it.
It had been on her list because it had sounded scary.
But it hadn't sounded half as scary as Master Elliott had been when he'd leaned in, a sadistic smile on his face, and whispered, soft and low and creepy. Run.
The worst part about running was that she knew he was going to catch her.
She'd bolted off the stage, not caring about all of her jiggly parts wobbling for everyone to see. Some of the audience moved out of her way, others made her go around them, all of them watching with varying degrees of amusement and glee as she darted through them, trying to escape the Dom that was now hunting her.
The Dom that had no reason to go easy on her.
The Dom that basically now had permission to do whatever he wanted with her when he caught up with her.
The skin on her back and ass felt tighter than ever, leftovers from having been flogged with fire. Which had been utterly amazing, no matter what she'd told DJ Elixxir. She'd just wanted to see Master Elliott's face when she said it. And, in that moment, it had seemed worth it to see how pissed he'd gotten.
Now though...
Would it have killed me to be just a little more respectful? She thought mournfully. But that was her. Impulsive to a fault. And it was a fault, in this case.
Looking over her shoulder, she squeaked in dismay. Master Elliott was tall enough he was easily seen through the crowd, coming for her with eyes blazing and a sadistic smile of anticipation on his lips. Sexy and terrifying all at once.
I'm so fucked.
Probably also in the good way... eventually... She couldn't deny that she was getting turned on even as she ran from him. That was the consenting part, right? But who knew what he'd do to her when he caught her? Literally, whatever he wanted.
And, considering how she'd been behaving, she doubted he'd be nice about it. Especially since he was a sadist.
Ducking down, hoping that she might be at least a little bit harder to see that way, Lisa darted to the right. There was a sudden open space in front of her, between her and the people at the bar. Everyone else was behind her, watching the scenes.
Room to maneuver, but not to hide. Her brain froze.
Which way?!
Too late.
An iron band wrapped around her middle and lifted her as she shrieked in surprise and shock. Eyes whipped around from the bar, everyone who was ordering drinks turned to see who was screaming so close to them. Not that any of them were going to be any help.
Lisa tried to kick back, tried to stomp on Master Elliott's instep... but the damn man was still wearing his boots while she was totally naked and barefoot. A fair fight it was not.
* * *
Elliott
Bending Lisa over a table, Elliott shook his head. The woman needed to take a self-defense class. She was flailing more than she was fighting, although it did make it easier for him to grab her wrists and cuff them behind her back.
"No!" she shrieked, trying to pull her hands away.
Chuckling, Elliott pulled her by her cuffed hands so that she was pulled backward off the table, guiding her to her knees. She looked good there, arms behind her back, breasts thrust out, lips slightly open, and his cock jerked in anticipation.
Grabbing a handful of her wet hair, he pulled her forward by her head as he freed his cock with his other hand. It bobbed in front of her face and her eyes widened, a hot blush spreading across her cheeks.
"No biting, Lovely Lisa," he said silkily, his voice heavy with threat, before he pushed the head of his dick between her sultry lips. Whatever her response would have been was muffled by his cock and he groaned with pleasure, thrusting into the wet heat of her mouth.
He'd dreamed of stopping her smart mouth, and the reality was so much better than the fantasy.
Although, she tried to pull her head away, struggling against his grip, she didn't bite down. Smart girl. Elliott ignored her struggles, tightening his fingers in her hair and reaching down to fondle her breast with the other hand. He pinched her nipple hard enough that she squealed, and the vibrations of her protest traveled over the length of his cock.
Fuck that felt fantastic.
Staring down at her, he watched as his cock vanished between her lips. There was a little wrinkle in the center of her brow, like she was concentrating really hard, and he groaned as he felt her tongue curling against the underside of his cock.
For a few long, slow, languid pumps, he just enjoyed her efforts and watching the shiny length of his dick sliding in and out of her mouth. Part of him wished he could take a picture—Lovely Lisa, silent because her mouth was too full of his cock to talk. As it was, he knew he'd be jerking off to this image a lot in the future.
But for now, he wanted to see some tears.
Chapter 6
Lisa
Sucking Master Elliott's cock while he pinched her nipple—harshly but not so roughly that she couldn't handle it—was easier than she'd thought it would be. It didn't immediately occur to her that he was deliberately being easy on her. She'd just started to get into the rhythm of sucking and using her tongue when his fingers tightened again and suddenly his cock was thrusting much deeper than it had been before.
He'd been letting her suck his cock.
Now he was fucking her mouth.
The difference was acute. Drool slid from the corners of her mouth, tears stinging her eyes as he thrust so deep that she gagged—but she couldn't pull away because he was controlling everything. She couldn't even attempt to fight him with her hands bound behind her back.
Helpless. Choking. Sucking in air through her nose when he pulled back, and yet it wasn't enough to stop the slow burn building in her chest. Her nipple throbbed in his grip and she tried to scream around his cock, to cry out, but he just kept using her mouth for his own pleasure, his eyes alight as he watched her.
His cock rammed deep into her throat and Lisa's jaw tightened reflexively, her teeth nipping at his cock.
Immediately, his expression changed, darkened, and he pulled his cock out, leaving her gasping. Tears slid down her cheeks as she gasped, dizzy with the sudden influx of oxygen. Her lips felt swollen, her throat used, and she was uncomfortably aware of the way her pussy was pulsing between her thighs despite—or maybe because of—his rough treatment.
"What did I tell you about biting me?" He growled the question, pulling her to her feet by her hair and spinning her around.
A bar table hit her right at waist height, and he forced her upper body down over it. Her breasts were pressed flat against the cool surface and she could hear some chuckles coming from the audience around them.
"I didn't mean to! I was choking, you asshole!"
SMACK!
The hard slap to her backside hurt way more than it should have and Lisa screamed, high and shrill, barely registering the laughter of their audience. Th
e stinging burn flared hot; the feeling of her skin being too tightly stretched over her body increasing the pain. She couldn't even enjoy the laughter around them, since she wasn't sure if it was at his or her expense.
Fingers probed her pussy and she moaned, in both humiliation and denial—she was soaked.
"At least one part of you liked it." The mocking amusement in his voice ticked her off even more.
Hands tied behind her back, bent over a table, she finally managed to kick him... and immediately wished she hadn't.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
* * *
Elliott
"Nooooo, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, stop, please!"
Shifting out of the way of her flailing feet, Elliott pinned Lisa's bound wrists in the middle of her lower back, peppering her ass with short, crisp swats. Her bright pink ass jiggled with every slap, her cries ragged and pleading, and her pussy glistening wet with invitation.
In other words—fucking perfection.
Because he'd been carefully watching, he'd known she'd been near her limit with the rough oral, and he'd been about to pull out to give her a break when he'd felt her teeth. That had just given him an opportunity to spank her the way he'd always wanted.
His cock jerked every time his hand landed, and he decided he'd been patient enough. This wasn't supposed to be a spanking scene, after all.
Letting his hand fall one last time, he rubbed the hot flesh of her ass, enjoying the way she slumped against the table when she realized her spanking was over. She wasn't crying very hard, but there was a definite hitch in her breath. Elliott dug his fingers into the soft, hot flesh of her buttocks, deliberately rough.