“You guys are weird. Get a room.” The man chuckled and walked to the other end of the bar.
“Good idea. What do you think?” He punctuated his question by spreading his hands down her chest to cup her breasts, and then farther until he crossed her belly and grasped her thighs to spread them wider.
She gasped.
He reached beneath the scarlet material and opened her sex with both hands, spearing her with a few fingers while he held her captive against the bar.
No one could see. Not that anyone cared. Much crazier things happened at Emergence than a little groping at the bar under the lip of the counter. But it wasn’t usual for Carlton to tease her like that in public, and he knew the spontaneity would drive her wild.
Sure enough, she moaned and leaned her head back to roll against his shoulder. “Carlton…” Her voice was sultry. Needy with arousal.
“Baby…” he responded, while adding more fingers to the assault and pinching her clit between his thumbs.
She lifted clear off the seat, her body going tense in an instant. And then she made that little noise he’d come to recognize preceded her orgasms. A sharp intake of breath that whistled as it passed her lips.
He released her, not wanting her to come in the middle of the crowded bar area.
She groaned as she grabbed his wrists, trying to get him to continue.
This amused him and he chuckled against her ear. “Who’s on top?”
“Carlton. God. Please.”
“Who’s on top?” he repeated.
“You are. Always you, Sir.”
“Are you sure?” He held her thighs in a tight grip, not giving her what she wanted.
“Yes, Sir. Positive. Sorry, Sir.”
“You owe me a punishment.” He nibbled her lip, trying not to grin.
“I do?”
“You do.”
She hesitated. He knew her mind was racing around to find the infraction.
“You cussed at me this morning.”
“I did? Oh shit, I did.” She threw her hand over her mouth as she did it again. “Sorry, Sir. I mean for both. I wondered if you noticed that this morning.”
“Oh, yeah. I noticed. My gorgeous, sexy submissive stood in my kitchen with her hands on her hips and ordered me to stop fucking loading the dishwasher.” He continued to kiss her neck, her shoulder, her ear while he tormented her. “It would have been comical, except I don’t like such words coming out of my fucking smoking hot submissive. It makes her less attractive.” He emphasized fucking the second time to point out it was okay for him to use the language, but not her.
“Yes, Sir.” She lowered her gaze, deflated a little. But her thighs remained stiff.
“Granted, she was somewhat justified to be angry with her Dom at the time, but that doesn’t change the rules. Do you think I should go easy on her?”
“Um, yes?”
“Are you asking me?”
She swallowed. He felt the movement in her throat with his lips. “No, Sir.”
“No, I shouldn’t go easy on her?” This was fun.
She didn’t respond. She sat perfectly still and waited.
“And now she has cussed again. That’s one fuck and one shit. Oh, and I believe there was a hell in there also.” He continued nibbling her warm skin, easing his fingers back toward her center, pulling her thighs wider as he did so.
Her hands remained on top of his, her new nails digging into his flesh, although she probably had no idea.
“Let’s do a scene.” He stood, releasing her abruptly.
She twisted on the stool to look up at him. Just as quickly she lowered her head. “Okay, Sir.”
The element of surprise was so totally his friend tonight. He’d planned the scene hours ago, but she didn’t know that.
He took her hand and helped her down from the stool. And then he led her down the side hall that accommodated several rooms that people reserved throughout the night to enact various scenes. Each room was three-sided, leaving the fourth as a wall of glass anyone could watch through from the wide hall. All this was intentional, as intentional as what Carlton had planned for Maggie.
Maggie followed close behind him. She kept her gaze low and her head bent, but even if she’d straightened her neck, all she would have seen was the back of Carlton’s body. When he stopped abruptly, she ran into him.
He turned toward her, took her face in his hands and kissed her chastely. “Trust me, baby?”
“Of course, Sir.”
“Implicitly?”
“Yes.” Her breath came faster. She stood on the edge of one of the rooms, unable to see around him to know what he had in mind.
And he held her face still. “Look at me.” He released her cheek with one hand and reached into his pocket for something. When he held it up, she gasped. “May I blindfold you?”
She nodded.
“Words, baby.”
“Yes, Sir. You may cover my eyes.”
He lifted the black material up to her face and held it in place. And then he attached it behind her head. “I’ve seen you do dozens of scenes in this club. I’ve never seen you do this one. I want the experience for you, and I want your awareness heightened with the loss of sight.”
“Okay, Sir.” She trusted him with everything in her. There was no doubt of that. The titillation was wondering what he had in mind.
He took her hand and led her into the room he’d obviously reserved much earlier. “Wait here,” he whispered close to her ear. “In a standing pose, baby,” he added.
She nodded, quickly spreading her legs and clasping her hands behind her back. She even tipped her head, although the motion was a moot issue.
She listened closely to the movement around her, unable to discern what he might be preparing. Soon, he returned to her side and took her arm to lead her forward. He ducked down in front of her and wrapped his fingers around her ankle to remove her shoe. She set her bare foot on the ground as he removed the other one. “One step back, baby.”
She obeyed, her feet landing on something metal and cool.
“Step out, Maggie.”
She did that too. With Carlton still at her feet, he grasped first one ankle and then the other, securing them to the metal base, or maybe a bar on the base. She wasn’t sure.
He smoothed his hands up her thighs as he stood, reaching under her skirt but not lifting it out of the way. When he dropped the skirt and caressed her belly, he pressed her backward.
She lost her balance, but that was intentional. She found herself leaning against something else cold and metal, a pole of some sort angled just enough to force her to lean against it. It rested along her spine, making contact with her bare skin where the dress didn’t touch.
Next, he took her hands and attached them to the pole at the small of her back.
She slouched, uncertainty boring into her. Whatever this apparatus was, she hadn’t seen it before. It must have been new. She wouldn’t put it past Carlton to have had it delivered this week.
Her slouch ended when Carlton lifted her chin and tucked something padded under it, forcing her to stand tall when he attached the restraint behind her head.
Moisture was building between her legs already. Spread like they were, she knew it would run down her thighs soon. And she wasn’t naked.
Carlton touched her arms and then trailed his fingers over her frame. She never knew where they might land at any given moment while her arousal built. She didn’t have to fight to stay still. She could hardly move her torso an inch in either direction with her feet spread and her chin so high.
He teased her nipples through the material of her dress. His finger stroked down the lacing up the center until he reached her belly. “I love this dress.”
She didn’t respond.
“It covers more of you, but it
leaves more to the imagination also.” He circled behind her, dragging one finger around her waist until he returned to the front. “The skirt barely covers your pussy, baby.” He reached beneath it and cupped her sex. “You’re wet.”
She couldn’t argue that point.
“And hot. Do you like being restrained like this?”
“Yes, Sir.” He knew that.
“Do you know what I want, baby?”
“No, Sir.”
“I want you to learn to come in public without anyone noticing.”
She swallowed. He’d told her that before.
“We’re going to practice that right now.” He released her pussy. “I’m going to leave your dress on because it’s sexy and I’m not in the mood to share your pussy with the world. But I’m going to work you so close to the edge you can’t keep from shivering. And your job is to learn to stay still. No sounds. No movement. Just feel whatever I do.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her words were breathy. He had a way of dragging her close to orgasm before he started the scene. His voice was effective. His word choice was even more so.
He reached for the laces between her breasts. “I can’t stand the idea of not watching your nipples. If I have to do without a visual of your pussy, at least I want to see your tits.” He pulled the leather thong holding the front of the dress together until it came untied. He didn’t remove the laces, but he loosened them enough to cause the front of the dress to separate until she felt the cool air of the room on her nipples.
“You’re already pointed and tight, baby.” He grazed his fingers along the undersides of her breasts.
She concentrated hard on the feel of his hands, but she shouldn’t have because the second he reached to pinch her nipples, she lifted on tiptoe, a squeak escaping her lips.
“Uh-uh. See, I need you to listen. No movement. No noise. An entire room full of people would have seen and heard that.”
She lowered back down onto her heels and breathed deeply. “Sorry, Sir.”
He still held her nipples. “I’m going to clamp these. Because I like to see them that way.” He pinched harder. “Stay still while I apply the clamps and then when I remove them also. I’ll do it a few times to help you overcome the need to squirm.”
She didn’t see how that was possible, especially with a blindfold, but she braced herself. Even though he’d used clamps on her several times now, she always tensed when he applied them…and then freaked when he removed them.
She felt the material of her dress grazing the sides of her breasts as she inhaled deeply, concentrating on the way Carlton worked her nipples into stiffer points and then quickly clipped his favorite accessories onto each one. She knew by the sound he’d used the bells.
He stepped back then, grazing his fingertips down her belly until he skimmed the bottom of her skirt. “I’m not going to remove your skirt, but I am going to torment you.”
Something came up between her spread legs. She hitched in a breath as cool wetness hit her pussy and nestled against her.
“I put some lube on it, baby, just to be sure.”
On what?
He reached under her skirt and pulled her sex open with one hand as he pressed the smooth, rounded something firmly against her open lower lips.
Oh God. If that’s a vibrator…
His hands lifted a few inches to stroke above her clit, as though ensuring the something was making contact with the little nub. Oh God, was it ever.
And then his hands were gone. Her skirt fell back into place.
She tried to breathe, to think about anything but the way her Dom was about to torture her needy body. But all she could concentrate on was the something.
A clicking sounded at her back, each faint noise accompanying more pressure against the smooth item pressing at her entrance. It was like some sort of knob, like a wand. Too big to enter her, it nestled at her entrance, covering every inch of her skin, including her clit.
He’s tightening it. Fuck. She lifted off the balls of her feet as the pressure increased.
When the clicking stopped, a humming began, low, almost inaudible, but that was the least of her problems. The humming was an indication that indeed the something was a vibrator and it was now armed and tormenting her pussy.
“Breathe, baby. Relax.”
Relax? Breathe? Was he kidding?
Her clit climbed to hyperswollen in less than a minute. Pulsing. Needy. Wanting. She stayed very still, hoping if she concentrated hard enough on the slight vibrations, it would be enough to get her off.
“It’s not time yet, baby.” His voice, deep, gravelly, commanding, registered in her ear, so close she could feel his breath. And he splayed his fingers over her exposed belly where the crisscross of laces hung loose.
He waited. And then he continued, “Do you know what I want from you?”
She didn’t speak, afraid if she moved her lips her clit would press harder against the vibrator. As it was, she was trying to ease her heels to the ground. Even though the pressure would increase, she couldn’t stand there long on her tiptoes.
“I want still, quiet orgasms… Lots of them. I want you to take them, one after another, without moving or moaning or speaking. Can you do that, baby?”
Not a chance in hell. “I’ll try, Sir.”
“Good. I’m going to increase the speed and I want you to take it. You’re allowed to come when I do this. You’re allowed to come as often as you need, but you can’t speak, move or scream. If you do, we’ll be here all night until you learn.”
Her face heated. Her mouth fell open. How many times would he want her to come?
“I’ll decide when I feel you’ve learned. If that takes two or ten orgasm under control, that’ll be my choice.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Your safe word?”
“Red, Sir.”
“Will you need it tonight?”
“No, Sir.” Not if the goal was multiple orgasms and the only apparatus being used were restraints, nipple clamps and a vibrator.
The humming increased, as did the vibrations, of course.
Think about the pleasure. She sealed her lips together, fighting sounds. She couldn’t block the hum in the back of her throat, but maybe he wouldn’t notice.
“No sounds, baby. None,” he whispered. He stroked her neck.
She swallowed and shifted her attention to her pussy. So much pressure… More speed…more vibrations. How many people were watching her? She couldn’t concern herself with that. It didn’t matter.
She’d done more scenes at Emergence than most of the patrons in attendance. She’d been a member for over a year and had no difficulty participating in whatever was asked of her, but this…this was different.
This was Carlton. She was fast falling in love with him. He’d mentioned many times how much he wanted to be able to bring her silently to orgasm in public. This was his way of working her toward that goal.
This was unexpected.
This was spectacular.
It felt fucking fantastic.
Her nipples tightened as her breasts swelled with need. The tiny bells rang, sounding louder than they should to her ears.
“I know you’re squirming because I can hear the bells, baby.”
Ah. Right. That.
He kissed her neck, licked a line up to her ear. “Take it, baby. Do this for me. Show me that you can control yourself. It’s the ultimate line of submission.”
The speed increased.
So close. Too close. She was torn, wanting to tip over the edge for the relief, while concerned she couldn’t meet his expectations and would find herself having more orgasms than she would prefer tonight. She had her limit. The vibrator would grow sensitive after a few moments. He knew that. But he also knew she could work past the sensitivity and reach a new peak, over and over.
The first orgasm swooped in fast, taking her almost by surprise as the vibrations jumped to a new level. She opened her mouth, but held back the sound threatening to escape. Her legs stiffened and then shook as she tipped over the peak and pulsed against the bulb at her entrance. She let her feet settle firmly on the floor and actually pressed her pussy against the device. Waves of bliss hit her hard.
And then the vibrations subsided to a dull trickle of energy as she caught her breath.
“Good. But you can do better. School your face. And try not to stiffen your body so hard and rigid. It doesn’t look natural. Your face looks like you’re in the throes of ecstasy. Which you are.” He chuckled.
Before she could catch her breath, the speed increased hard and fast.
She squirmed, lifting onto her tiptoes, although even that didn’t alleviate the pressure enough.
And then it was gone, the vibrations ceased, leaving her with the knob at her entrance that no longer got her off on its own.
She started to speak.
“Not discussing my methods, baby. Close your mouth and try again. You were about to wake the neighbors.”
He was right. And she strained to catch her breath, letting her body acclimate to the object between her legs currently posing less of a threat. Just when she thought she had herself under control, the vibrator started up again, a gradual increase until it reached a level slightly higher than before.
“So sexy, baby. Let yourself come. Just don’t tell everyone. I know you can do it.”
Pressure. More than she’d ever endured. She was closer to orgasm without going over than she’d previously experienced. Think. Do not move.
She let her mind settle on the bliss, felt the slow build as she approached another climax.
And then she was right there. And she absorbed the waves, keeping her body still, her throat clamped shut.
“Fucking gorgeous, baby.”
The pulses continued longer this time, her clit begging for more. What she needed now was penetration. And she wasn’t going to get it.
Another wave built on the heels of the second, rising faster, threatening destruction. But Margaret forced herself to enjoy the pleasure internally.
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