Unrestrained: Book 3 of the Unrestrained Series

by Lund, S. E.

  Inside, people demonstrated a number of kinks – flogging over a pommel horse, nipple clamps and pussy whipping with a riding crop against an iron cross, and in one, two men were suspended by a series of ropes and pulleys, their bodies wrapped in a thin film of saran-like material. The denizens of the dungeon were dressed in various costumes – some wearing leather, others latex, while still others were decidedly Goth with long black clothes, high Doc Martens, white faces, and eye makeup on the men.

  While Drake went to get us a drink, which was perfunctory for observers but not required for participants, I stood and watched a Dom dressed in a long black leather trench coat pour hot wax on his sub's nipples. While I watched, men walked by me and looked me up and down, but I studiously ignored them all, not meeting their eyes. One young man about my age with spiky blue hair and dark eyes stopped and spoke to me, his accent very British. He wore black leather pants and a white t-shirt, over top a pair of suspenders.

  "Care for a foot rub, luv?" he said. "You've got lovely looking feet."

  "No thanks," I said and gave him a smile, trying to be polite. He shrugged and moved on to the next woman standing alone and I saw her turn him down as well. Finally, he met with someone who agreed, and the man knelt down right there on the floor and removed her shoe. He proceeded to rub her feet, and seemed to get really into it.

  Drake returned with two drinks in hand and stopped beside me, handing me one. It was a vodka tonic with lime. We toasted each other and took a drink.

  "See anything you like?" he asked.

  I glanced around. There was nothing I wanted to try, but it all excited me – being around other people who were pursuing their kinks aroused me.

  "I like to watch," I said and smiled up at him. "Even if I don't want to do."

  "Voyeur, Ms. Bennet?"

  I nodded and turned back to see the man rubbing the woman's foot, his face beatific behind the black mask.

  "That looks OK," I said and motioned the man. "My feet are killing me in these heels."

  Drake laughed. "If she doesn't watch out, he'll ejaculate right here."

  My eyes widened. "Really? I thought he was a sub, wanting to do submissive things, like service women."

  "No," Drake said and shook his head. "He's a foot fetishist. He's turned on by women's feet. He's probably going to come in his pants."

  I couldn't look away as the man's eyes rolled a bit in his head. The woman was busy talking to her partner and didn’t seem to notice. The foot fetishist suddenly fell forward, his face slack.

  "Yep," Drake said, and turned to face me, taking me by the arm and leading me away. "Like I said."

  "Oh my God," I whispered. "I can't imagine it being so arousing to touch someone's foot that you would actually come." I looked up at Drake, who was smiling, as if amused by my naiveté. "I mean, without his genitals actually being involved in any physical contact…"

  "His pants are probably very tight. Some people claim to be able to make their subs come on command," Drake said, his eyes half-hooded. "But I always believed that was wishful thinking."

  "You never tried?"

  He shook his head.

  "I come in my sleep sometimes," I said. "And I'm not being touched."

  "That's the power of your brain. I guess it could be taught, but I actually like to make someone orgasm by contact. The no-touching thing never appealed to me."

  I nodded.

  As if to reinforce his preference for contact, he ran a hand up my arm and across the tops of my breasts. I shivered and glanced around. There were a few people watching us, probably wondering what kind of kinks we had. I looked away and focused on Drake's eyes. He touched my collar, then the choker, and finally ran his fingers over the tops of my breasts again. I could feel my nipples harden against the leather.

  "I wish you were wearing spandex so I could see your nipples," he said.

  "Everyone else could see them, too."

  "That's the idea."

  I inhaled at that, not quite sure what I felt about other people watching us.

  "You like the idea that other people would see my nipples?"

  "I'd feel very proud that you're mine. Every man in the place would be jealous, wanting to be the one with you."

  He stared at me, his gaze moving over my face and body, as if he was considering something. He placed two fingers against my neck as if taking my pulse.

  "That excites you," he said, softly, but loud enough so I could hear him over the sounds coming from the various players.

  "It scares me."

  "Sometimes, you misinterpret arousal for fear. I suspect that's what happened with Flyboy. You thought you were afraid, but you were really aroused and perhaps too self-judging to recognize it. Plus, he was a novice and didn't know how to properly introduce kink into a relationship."

  "Whereas you're an expert," I said and leaned closer.

  He smiled. "Not an expert, but more experienced." He finished his drink, put our empty glasses down on a railing, and took my hand. "Let's go explore. Besides the demonstrations inside the cages, there are both public and private rooms for people to use."

  He led me around, and together, we stood at each cage and watched the proceedings one by one. Drake kept my wrist in his hand, his fingers checking my pulse as if he was gauging my response.

  We went to a window and inside a room, a man and woman were having sex while she was suspended in a sling. She was blindfolded, her hands restrained above her head.

  This aroused me the most. Not only watching them, wondering if she'd really come or whether it would be like in porn – merely a performance. I also wondered how it would feel, knowing people were watching you, being aroused by them watching you.

  Drake stood behind me and pulled me against his body. I felt his erection through his leather pants.

  He liked this as well.

  He slipped one hand around my waist and bent down, his mouth at my neck, over my pulse.

  I shivered from his touch.

  Then, the woman in the window groaned, her voice audible over a speaker. The man thrust even harder, then pulled some chain that was attached to nipple clamps and she screamed out loud, her muscles all tightened, her body arcing, her thighs shaking. My own body responded to the sights and sounds, my flesh throbbing.

  Drake pulled me away from the window and guided me to one of the cages, and while I liked watching as the woman was flogged while bent over a padded bench, it didn’t do to me what the previous scene did.

  Drake stood behind me, his arms around my waist.

  "Do you trust me?" he whispered in my ear, his voice deep, his breath warm on my neck.

  I inhaled deeply. "Yes.”

  "You hesitated.”

  I turned and faced him. "Only for a moment. I wasn't expecting the question. Of course I trust you.”

  "This is your chance to back out," he said and then held out his hand.

  I took it, knowing I had to submit to whatever he had planned without question. My heart raced when he raised my hand to his mouth and pressed his lips against my knuckles. He looked into my eyes, his blue ones intense.

  “I'm going to blindfold you and take you into a room.”

  I felt breathless as he led me through a set of doors and into a hallway. There were doors on either side. Some were closed, while others were open. Drake reached into the pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out the black handkerchief that we often used as a blindfold. He took my shoulders in his hands and bent down to look me squarely in the eyes.

  "On one side, the rooms are private. On the other side, the rooms are public, with a large two-way mirror that points out into the dungeon so people can watch and a microphone so they can listen. I'm going to tie you up, and I'm going to fuck you."

  I nodded, my pulse fluttering.

  He wasn't going to tell me which of the two kinds of rooms he was taking me into. I didn’t ask, knowing enough not to despite my desire to know. I had to trust him.

  He removed my m
ask and tied the blindfold around my eyes so I was in darkness, feeling a bit unbalanced, breathless, my body responding, my flesh swollen. He led me down the hall, turned me around several times so that I was disoriented. I had no idea which side of the hall had the private rooms or which ones had two-way mirrors.

  Finally, he led me into a room and closed the door. He left me standing alone, and I couldn't see what he was doing, but I listened and heard the scrape of metal against the floor. He must be positioning furniture – a table? A bench? I had no idea.

  He returned to me and moved me, taking my hands and fastening them together behind my back, using cuffs that were lined with lambs wool. Then, he kissed me, his mouth covering mine, his tongue penetrating my mouth, searching out my tongue, which he sucked.

  He pulled back and ran his fingers over my cheek and down my chin to my throat. He touched the collar and then his fingers trailed lower to the zipper of my dress. He pulled it down slowly, until it was down to my waist. I shivered from the cool air touching my skin.

  He kissed my throat and then pulled the neck of my dress down, exposing my shoulder, which he kissed. He repeated this with the other shoulder and then I felt my breasts completely exposed to the air, my nipples puckering.

  "You are so fucking beautiful, Katherine."

  I gasped when his mouth closed around one nipple, sucking it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the areola.

  "You have the most beautiful breasts," he said, his breath warm on my skin. "And they're all mine. If we were in a public room, other men would see you like this, see me sucking your beautiful nipples like this, and they'd be aroused, wishing they were the one touching you instead."

  He took my breasts in his hands and squeezed while he sucked, moving from one nipple to another. I groaned and couldn't help but thrust my breast at his mouth, greedy for the sensations.

  "You like that idea, do you, Katherine?"

  "Yes, Sir," I said, barely able to speak.

  "I thought so. I thought there was a bit of an exhibitionist inside of you. You want me to touch you, to kiss you, to suck you, to eat you, to fuck you, but the thought of other men, nameless, faceless men, watching us arouses you, doesn’t it?"

  "Yes, Sir," I said and licked my lips.

  He continued to unzip my dress and soon, it was completely undone and open. I knew that if people were watching, they could see my garter belt and the tops of my hose, my shaved pussy bare. He went behind me and unfastened my cuffs, moving my hands in front of me, then refastening them together before guiding me to my knees. Next, I heard the clink of metal against metal – chain? My hands were pulled up so that they were above my head.

  The clink of his belt buckle followed, the zhrrr of his zipper.

  "Open your mouth."

  I did, and felt something slip inside – Drake's finger. I closed my mouth on it and sucked, rolling my tongue around the tip the way I would if it was his cock. He removed his finger and then I felt something wet slide over my open lips.

  "Lick me," he commanded, one of his hands behind my head to guide me. I complied, slowly running my tongue under the head, then licked his length, running along the rim, before tonguing the slit.

  "All over," he said, his voice low, slightly husky. "Suck me." I did as he commanded, running my wet lips over his length, from the base to the head, before sucking the thick head into my mouth. I received an appreciative groan from him.

  "Take as much as you can," he said, his voice a bit shaky.

  I relaxed my throat, taking more and more of his length into my mouth until the head pressed against the back of my throat.

  "Oh, God, that feels so good…" He began to thrust slowly, pulling out of my mouth completely and then pressing past my lips once more. I tried to offer some resistance to enhance his sensation, and he moaned. I gagged a bit when he went too deep when I wasn't prepared, and he pulled back, taking care not to push too hard.

  "I'm sorry," I said after I regained my composure. "I don’t want to disappoint you."

  "Au contraire, ma petite chérie," he said. "You could never disappoint me. Only yourself."

  He pulled out completely and left me on my knees, almost panting with desire.

  Then, I heard the scrape of metal against the floor. He was positioning furniture. When he returned, he pulled me up and then raised the chain once more. Something pushed against my buttocks and Drake lifted me by the hips, positioning me so that I was perched on something hard, but padded, like one of the benches people used in the demonstrations. I knew my dress was open and my body, naked except for the garters and hose, would be visible.

  He hoisted the chains higher and my arms lifted above my head so that they were taut. Then he spread my thighs and stood between my legs. He took each foot and lifted it so that it rested on his shoulders and began to rub his erection against me, slowly, teasing my clit with each thrust. The combination of sensations, the way I was helpless to do anything but respond, the possibility that people were watching us… I didn’t take long before the sensations built up and I came from the external stimulation alone, crying out, my body arcing in pleasure.

  "That's so good, Katherine," Drake said and entered me before I was finished, and the added stimulation prolonged everything so that I came again, shuddering around his length. I gasped as he thrust harder and faster, and then he came as well, ramming into me as he ejaculated, his hands gripping my hips.

  Then he collapsed against me, his mouth by my cheek, his panting loud in my ear.

  We remained in that position for a few moments, each of us recovering. He kissed my cheek, my chin, my forehead and finally my mouth, his kiss tender. His lips went once more to my ear and he whispered, as if he didn’t want anyone to hear.

  "That was amazing... I needed that."

  Finally, he pulled out, slipping out of my body and I could feel his come trickle out of me. He stood and I heard his zipper fasten, his belt buckle jangle and I knew he was watching it, enjoying the evidence of his total possession of my body.

  Were others watching and enjoying as well?

  I had no idea, but the mere fact that they might have been was part of what pleased me and I felt a huge blush spread over my cheeks at that realization.

  I was an exhibitionist… Who would have ever thought that I, meek and mild Katherine McDermott, would get off on the idea of people watching me have sex with my lover?

  Drake didn’t remove my blindfold until we were in a washroom so I still had no idea whether we were in a private room or public. Either way, it had been very exciting and enjoyable. We stood together and he used wet paper towels to wipe me down, carefully cleaning me, providing me with the aftercare I needed after such an intense – for me – scene.

  "You were magnificent, Katherine," he said, his eyes twinkling from behind the mask he still wore. "You never protested once or failed to comply or showed hesitancy."

  I smiled at him, my cheeks hot. "I'm surprised I didn't run away."

  He shook his head slowly. "The fact you responded to the public sex the way you did suggested to me that you'd secretly enjoy it, but that you could never do it on your own volition. That's why you have me," he said and smiled.

  "I have you for more than just pushing my limits," I said. "But you’re right. I could never suggest it myself."

  He grinned. "So I'm more than merely a bone to you?"

  "That and much more," I replied and ran my fingers through his hair. It was a bit damp from his exertions but he looked happy. I was happy.

  "You’re not going to tell me whether it was public or private, are you?"

  "Nope."

  He zipped up my dress when he was finished cleaning me off, leaving the zipper low enough to show considerable cleavage.

  "You are so mean…"

  He laughed out loud at that. "I know what you need, Kate. Let's leave it at that."

  "Damn you!" I said and playfully pounded his shoulder. "I want to know!"

  "You'll never know.
I'm very good at keeping secrets."

  "I'll deprive you of sex until you tell me," I said and gave a fake pout.

  "Ha!" he said and tickled me, making me squeal and try to avoid him. "You'll deprive yourself then. You're as horny as me."

  I twisted away from his searching fingers and laughed, protecting my waist with my bent arms. "All right, all right. Stop!" I said, giggling. "I won’t ask. You'll tell me if and when you think I should know."

  His fingers stopped and instead, he pulled me against his body and kissed me tenderly.

  "Oh, Ms. Bennet," he said and brushed an errant strand of hair from my cheek. "How happy you make me."

  He pulled me into his arms and, together, we enjoyed the embrace.

  On the way back to the hotel, we nestled together, my head leaning on his shoulder, his arm around mine, fingers playing with my collars. "I'm so surprised that I got off on the possibility we were being watched. I'm so inexperienced."

  "I knew it was possible that first time we were at the dungeon party in Yonkers."

  "Did you like that I had little experience or was it a drawback?"

  He smiled and brushed the tops of my breasts, which bulged out of my dress.

  "Don't kid yourself. Every man wants to be the first to introduce his lover to something pleasurable. I enjoy your inexperience. Your response when you enjoy something you didn't expect is a real turn-on for me."

  I watched out the window for a moment, thinking about what he'd said. "And once we've done everything and tried everything? You won't get bored?"

  He turned to face me. "Kate," he said, shaking his head softly. "After we've tried everything you want and I want, then we perfect it. Believe me, it takes an awful lot of practice to perfect any one thing. And," he said, leaning closer, touching my bottom lip with a finger. "And once we perfect something, then we enjoy the perfection. Stop worrying."

  I sighed. "I know," I said, frowning. "I'm sorry. I should enjoy, right? No analysis?"

  He nodded and kissed me softly before turning back to watch the streets outside the limo.