Playing for Keeps
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She could feel the plug, but it felt small against her vaginal wall, smaller than it had looked when he had held it up in his hand for her to see. He withdrew the plug and skimmed it around to her backside where she felt it probing at the entrance to her ass. Shit! No! She was mortified and felt the fiery blush that stole across her cheeks as she turned her gaze away from him.
Unable to give voice to her objections, she was confidently turned over. Matt was at her back. He pushed her knees forward positioning her backside in the air. Her skirt was thrown up over her back and Matt held her in position with a firm hand in the middle of her back. In the other hand, he held the butt plug that he slid into her pussy, coating the metal and lubricating it with her juices. She tried to pull away as he slipped the plug towards her asshole, but Matt held her firmly in place.
“Breathe, baby, take a deep breath.”
She tried to clench her bottom and was rewarded with a sound slap to her cheeks, as he slowly twirled the butt plug around her puckered entrance, before gently nudging it past the tight ring of muscle and into her. She felt incredibly full as he twirled it around several times before he started pulling and pushing, working it deeper inside her. Cassie let go of her breath with a whoosh, it felt strange and very tight. She felt fuller than she would have believed possible, but also more turned on than she had ever been in her life. She had thought it was going to hurt, but it didn’t, not really – it was just strange having the butt plug where nothing or no one had been before. She didn’t really count the finger she had received earlier in the day from Lee.
She wanted to dissolve in a puddle of need when Matt whispered in her ear how much he admired the view of her backside with the butt plug stretching her asshole. As his fingers tested between her legs and found her soaking, he bent and kissed her behind her ear.
“Your ass looks so damn sexy, I can hardly wait,” he whispered.
As she heard the rasp of his zipper, her excitement mounted. She waited for him to release himself. She had felt his erection straining to be free from his trousers ever since he had pulled her across his lap. She was unable to contain her moan of pleasure as he entered her pussy. He was buried deep with one strong thrust.
Oh, shit! Cassie couldn’t believe how full and tight she felt. Without further preliminaries, Matt pounded into her from behind, riding her hard and fast. The butt plug moved in time with his thrusts. It was almost she imagined what it would feel like to be taken by two men at once, the very thought of which took her over the edge and tumbling into her climax. She screamed and would have collapsed flat onto her face had Matt not been holding her hips. As he pulled her tightly back towards him to meet his final thrust, the hot release of his climax poured into her and her vaginal walls continued to spasm until she had sucked him dry.
She was feeling euphoric; life just couldn’t get much better than this. It took her a few moments to realize the butt plug was still in place and as Matt helped her to stand up; she twisted to try to remove it.
Matt slapped her hand. “Ouch!”
“Leave it,” he told her. “You will wear that until the end of the evening.”
“You are joking, right?” she asked him, askance at his command. “You don’t really expect me to go downstairs wearing a butt plug?”
“I’m not asking, Cassie, I’m telling. That plug will stay where it is until I remove it, and” he winked, “I replace it, as promised.” His tone was uncompromising and sent a shiver of excitement through her. Although she was uncomfortable with the thought of going to a party wearing a butt plug, she felt safe in the knowledge that no one else would know.
She gave Matt a nod of agreement and felt suitably chastised for her behavior earlier in the day. Without fuss, she retired to the bathroom for a quick clean up, before they headed downstairs for the Burlesque show.
Chapter 10
The lift opened directly into the great room and the throng of patrons who had arrived before them immediately swallowed them up. Noise bombarded them from every direction. It looked like they were in for a great night’s entertainment, if he could believe the snippets of excited chatter he overheard.
He sensed Cassie’s surprise at the number of people already gathered in the great room when they arrived. As the club was obviously expensive and exclusive he suspected that she had thought there would be fewer patrons. They made their way through the crowd to a secluded booth that had been reserved for them for the evening. Matt was thrilled with the deep set back seating and the illusion of privacy it offered. It would suit his plans perfectly. They were directly opposite the small stage and should have a perfect view of the night’s activities. The air was heavy with women’s scent and everywhere he looked, he spied glorious outfits redolent of the Victorian period. There was a general buzz of excitement throughout the room as people waited for the floorshow to start.
He stood aside to let Cassie enter the booth, indicating that she should sit toward the center of the banquette sofa. He watched as Cassie sat down gingerly, sitting sideways in order that she didn’t sit directly on the butt plug. He couldn’t help but be amused; she was obviously hoping no one else would guess that she was wearing it. She looked around curiously taking a good look at the other members as they took their seats. She appeared embarrassed to see other subs sat at their Masters’ feet, not sitting alongside them as she was with Matt.
“Should I be doing that?” She looked at Matt, as she surreptitiously nodded toward the couple in the booth across the stage from them.
“Doing what?” Matt was confused.
“Sitting at your feet.”
“Stay where you are, you’re fine.” Matt told her warmly. He put his arm around her as he drew her close to say quietly, “I want you up close.”
What he didn’t tell her was that he wanted her up close in order that he could judge her reactions to the show. In order that he could have her close enough to touch when the need for her, that rode him, became too strong to be contained. He had known for a while, that he was in love with her. This weekend together exploring her need to submit had only cemented his feelings and he needed to know, now more than ever, what she needed to make her happy.
He had been aware for a while that she was holding something back. She’d asked for role-play sure enough, but the roles she chose for him to play had been those of some sleazy character manipulating her into sex. He now realized that what she’d wanted, but had been either unable or unwilling to ask for, had been dominance. The elusive link was now out in the open and he had no intention, of ever trying to bury it or deny her. If she needed domination to make her complete, then he would make her submit in every way possible; she wouldn’t be allowed to breathe without his say so, if that is what it took to claim her as his own.
The first hour or so of entertainment passed normally enough, the MC entertained the crowd with jokes and innuendo as he introduced the various acts on the evening program. The crowd was relaxed and in a jovial mood as leather clad staff wondered among them handing out canapés and soft drinks. Matt fed her morsels of food as she sat watching the show. She joined in the laughter at the comedy acts, and blushed prettily when the dancers appeared wearing no more than thongs to captivate the audience with a dance based on bondage. The look on her face told him that she was also turned on. Her pupils were dilated and there was a slight sheen of perspiration on her forehead. He would bet his last dollar that she was wet between the folds at the apex of her legs; the temptation to feel for himself had him straining to control the urge.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, Masters and Mistresses,” the MC began to a drum roll and fanfare, “the highlight of our evening is about to begin. Will you all please take your seats and face the stage.”
The lights dimmed and a spotlight appeared at the center of the stage. Cassie snuggled up close to Matt on the curved seat, her eyes glued to the stage, she was obviously curious about the upcoming act. Matt knew exactly what was coming as he had questioned his friends earlier. He
was looking forward to the show, not for the show per se but to see Cassie’s reaction. He hoped that if he watched her closely, he would be in a better position to judge how she would react to him and the plans he had already told her he had in mind.
“Please put your hands together for Master Jake Maddock and his partner Sabrina.” The MC encouraged the audience to show their appreciation for the act about to begin. “Please bear in mind that what you are about to see is consensual. Sabrina has exhibitionist tendencies and her Master is about to control her pleasure for your delight!”
Matt watched quietly as Cassie listened to the announcement. Cassie wriggled in her seat, obviously uncomfortable with his new toy. She moved restlessly as she tried to position herself so she could sit without sitting on the plug. He needed to stop her fidgeting; the very act reminded him why she couldn’t get comfortable and his stomach muscles tightened. He put an arm around her and hauled her onto his lap. Whilst under cover of the darkness in the room he lifted her wide skirt and spread it out across his legs. He opened his legs and positioned her so that she sat suspended between his thighs with her legs astride him. He kissed her hard to muffle her sound of surprise as he grabbed her hands and positioned them on the table in front of them.
“Support yourself on your forearms, you’ll be more comfortable.” He whispered in her ear, “Watch and enjoy!”
The spotlight highlighted the couple in the center of the stage. Master Maddock was barefoot, but wearing black leather trousers. Sabrina, who stood to his side, was completely naked. Matt watched Cassie taking it all in, a faint blush rising as she surveyed the naked girl on the stage.
Unable to resist he leaned forward until he was pressed up against her back. As he nibbled at the nape of her neck, she shuddered deliciously against him.
“Watch her take her pleasure, Cassie,” he whispered, “see how good it can be.”
She tried to turn to say something, but the devil was in him tonight; he grasped her jaw firmly and turned her head. He kissed her hard before he forcibly placed her hands back on the table.
“Watch. That’s not a request; it’s an order,” he growled against her neck, before sweeping his tongue along her jaw.
The Master on the stage snaked his arm around the girl in front of him spooning his body around the back of her to make sure that she faced the audience. Matt saw the lust and anticipation in her face, the pleasure in her Master at seeing her excitement. Their commitment to one another was palpable and he had to wonder if Cassie would ever look at him in that way. As low music played in the background, the master on stage ran his hands across his partner’s body stopping to caress her breasts, to nip and pull at her nipples before travelling up to her shoulders caressing them gently and then running his hands down the sides of her arms. On reaching her hands, he grasped and lifted them above her head, and at a whispered command from him, she placed her hands high behind his head whilst at the same time spreading her legs. Not once did she close her eyes, instead, she kept surveying the watching audience. He could have heard a pin drop in the room. Matt heard Cassie’s breath hitch as the woman on stage started panting softly. His own heart rate increased as he realized how turned on she was becoming.
The act continued with music playing softly in the background. As her Master proceeded to stroke her again, his arms came around enfolding her as he once again caressed her breasts, tweaking her nipples, before he proceeded down between her legs to stroke her glistening folds. Her body was now undulating against him and as her breathing became more erratic, her pants could be heard across the room.
Matt watched Cassie take in the scene before her. Her eyes were wide and her sweet mouth was slightly open, whether with shock or passion, he had yet to decide.
The girl on the stage was becoming more excited, as was the audience, if the sounds of quiet gasps and sighs around the room were any indication. The Master on the stage looked at the girl in his arms as if to judge the state of her arousal. Apparently satisfied with what he saw, he raised an arm slightly and motioned to someone off stage.
Two men dressed in nothing apart from leather pouches entered the spotlight. Between them, they carried a long padded bench that they placed carefully near the front, before standing off to one side. The Master brought his partner’s arms down to her sides and led her over to stand by the bench before he motioned for one of the men to join them. Matt kept half an eye on the stage, but he was more interested in watching Cassie. She looked on in awe as the other Dom approached the stage. Her heightened color betrayed her excitement. The new arrival sat on the end of the bench furthest from the audience and with his back to them as he removed the pouch covering his erection. He lay back on the bench with his hands behind his head as the Master whispered his commands to the girl. She approached the foot of the bench and placed herself between the legs of the man laying there. She kneeled between his feet and dipped her head to take his swollen cock into her mouth; her eyes never leaving the audience. Her head bobbed as she licked the pre cum from the head, her tongue circling the swollen tip before she opened her mouth and took him deep into her throat. Her eyes were now feverish and it was obvious how turned on she was, how much pleasure she was getting, even though at that point no one was touching her. The head she gave was becoming too much for the young man on the bench and he brought his hands to the top of her head to hold her still. She glanced at her master as though asking permission for her next act. Her master dipped his hands quickly between her folds and his fingers came away covered in her cream. He stroked his fingers one by one into her mouth and she sucked her own juices. The master watched her, watching him. He winked slowly and she rewarded him with a dazzling smile. He smiled warmly at her, as if pleased with what he saw. Then he removed a foil package from his pocket and handed it to her. He watched as she deliberately tore open the condom and rolled it over the other man’s still erect penis, before he lifted and straddled her across the man that lay on the bench. He held her legs wide open as he deliberately impaled her on the awaiting erection.
Matt heard Cassie gasp in shock and realized she didn’t understand how he could let her be so intimate with another man.
“Why?” she questioned, her voice a low whisper as though she was asking herself and not expecting an answer.
“Because,” Matt was compelled to answer her question, “he places her pleasure before his own.” Matt pulled her back to lean against him, his own erection pressing against Cassie’s lush bottom.
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her against his chest. With her legs spread and supported on his thighs, she had nothing to hold onto but him for balance. She leaned her head back until it was nestled between his neck and shoulder, and he felt the flush that stole across her face as the stage act intensified and continued.
As the girl on the stage rode up and down, her Master continued to stroke her body all the while making sure he did not obscure her view of the audience. Her gasps were becoming more audible as she approached her climax, her eyes leaving the audience only once when she looked at her master beseechingly. His eyes narrowed as he looked at her and gauged her needs, she was near to cresting, riding the wave but not quite over the edge – she needed more. The other man was then summoned into the spotlight.
Cassie gasped with shock and swung her head around to look at Matt questioningly. She flushed even more as she realized he was watching her and not the scene playing out on the stage.
“Watch, see how much pleasure she’s receiving, Cassie.” He kissed her quickly and with a gentle tug on her hair, he turned her head back towards the stage.
Cassie was mesmerized and embarrassed at the same time. She felt that she should look away, but at the same time, she was too fascinated to stop watching. The second man of the act approached the bench and positioned himself behind the girl. He had removed his pouch and was stroking a magnificent erection. He placed his hands on the girl’s shoulders and caressed her, and then he bent and nibbled at her neck.
She watched the act unfold on stage as the second attendant gently pushed the girl forward so that she lay on the bench, chest to chest with the other man beneath her. He was careful to position her head so that she could still look toward the audience. The man beneath her on the bench grabbed her hands and held them down by the side of the bench. At the same time, he spread his legs causing her to open her legs even wider. The newcomer to the stage donned a condom that he liberally smothered with lubricant.
Fascinated by the events being played out on the stage, Cassie watched intently. Matt had stated his intention to claim her ass, and she had no reason to doubt that he would carry out his promise. The thought of submitting to him, in this most personal way, had butterflies dancing in her stomach. Her nipples peaked and rubbed painfully against the stiff lace of her corset as her inner muscles twitched around the plug.
On the stage, the man turned and squeezed a large dollop of the lubricant across the girl’s buttocks.
Although she had already guessed what would happen next, Cassie was unable to stifle her soft moan of excitement. Acutely conscious of the butt plug in her own rear, she continued to watch, fascinated by the events unfolding on the stage.
She knew without looking that Matt was still watching her closely, she could sense his scrutiny. Had he seen her fascination? Could he tell she was aroused?
She was only vaguely aware when he sat up straighter and pushed her forward so that she was once again forced to use the table for support. Her legs still straddled his.
She was fascinated by the happenings taking place on the stage and didn’t notice she had been repositioned until she felt his hands stroking their way up her inner thighs under the long skirt. She tensed and tried to close her legs, an impossible feat when she was astride him as she was. His legs were holding her wide open for his touch. She looked around quickly and hoped that nobody could guess what he was up to. She needn’t have worried as the others in the room were either too engrossed in the stage act itself or in making their own entertainment just like them.