“Okay, baby.” Jase startled her, but she immediately relaxed again as his hands curved around her shoulders and squeezed. “I wiped down the bench with disinfectant, just to make sure it was clean for you. Are you still good to go?”
This time she’d felt more confident in her response. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Turn around.” His hands dropped to her waist and stayed in contact with her skin as she spun around slowly until she was facing him. Part of her wished she could see his expression, but the other part was intrigued. It wasn’t as if he’d never blindfolded her during play before, but this time it felt different . . . more exciting . . . more erotic . . . more . . . well, just more. “Take three steps forward. Good girl.” He took her hands and guided them to the leather bench. “Feel this? This is the padded shelf you’re going to kneel on.”
He helped her climb up onto it, tapping her knees further apart. “Drape yourself over this part.” He guided her down until her chest was resting on the upper portion of the bench. Once she was properly situated, he bent over so she could hear him better. “I’m going to strap you down, Brie. While it puts you at my mercy, it also protects you. If you move while I’m in mid-swing, I may accidentally hurt you. I want you to feel pleasure/pain and not be injured.”
“Okay, Sir.”
His hands never left her as he moved around the piece of equipment. Straps went over her calves, just below her bent knees, and her lower back. Finally, two more secured her forearms in place. She sensed Jase squatting in front of her, before he cupped her chin. “Are you still green?”
“Nervous, but green, Sir.”
He tucked a few strands of her hair behind her left ear. “I’m going to pull your panties down to your knees. Remember, everything you hear is just white noise. There’s no one else in the room but you and me. It’s all smoke and mirrors. We’re actually back in your apartment. I’m going to use a leather paddle to bring out the blush on your pretty ass, but not so hard you’ll bruise. Then I’m going to send you into orbit and make you cum for me.” He paused. “Where are we, Brie?”
His voice was mesmerizing, low and sensual, his words, erotic. It sent her hormones and endorphins into overdrive, causing her to teeter on the edge of subspace even though they hadn’t even started playing yet. She knew what subspace was—she’d been in a mild form of it before. Having read up on the subject, she knew it was the point where submissives let their bodies rule their minds. It felt like you were floating, and all thoughts were pushed out of your mind as you got drunk on the pleasure you were receiving at the hands of your Dom. She’d never gone as far under as what was described by other subs in the BDSM chat rooms on the trusted sites Jase had told her to go on. She figured each person had their own reaction to whatever scene they were involved in. “We’re in my apartment. There’s no one else here but you and me, Sir.”
“That’s my girl.” His praise made her feel all warm inside, even though her body was quivering with nervous energy. God, what she wouldn’t give for his words to be true. His girl.
Jase stood again. His hand trailed over her arm and down her side until his finger hooked the waistband of her panties. Grasping the other side, he pulled them down so slowly it was like he was savoring every inch as it was exposed. Leaving the garment just above her knees, he caressed her thighs and backside. He warmed her up by squeezing the two orbs to bring the blood to the surface. She felt him shift and then he placed a kiss against the small of her back. His wet tongue tasted her, teased her. His hands squeezed harder, then relaxed. From where he now stood, he had to raise his voice so she could hear him over the music. “Ready, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Sir.”
When he removed his hands from her body, she immediately missed the contact; it was as if they’d been grounding her. Jase had spanked her barehanded on more than one occasion, and, bless her kinky soul, she’d loved it. It had been naughty and erotic, making her wetter and cum harder than she’d thought possible. But this was the first time he’d be using a paddle on her. Would it hurt worse than his hand? She was certain it would, even though he’d assured her he wouldn’t bruise her flesh. Did she want to say her safeword? Not at all.
Crack!
Holy shit! She’d told him she was ready, but the impact on her left ass cheek had caught her off guard, and she couldn’t stop the yelp that escaped her. Brie’s hands tightened their grip on the edge of the arm rests. Intense pain flared, but what followed was a sensuous heat that spread out and settled in her core.
“Are you okay, Brie? Still green?”
She took several deep breaths before finding her voice to answer him. “Y—Yes, Sir. Green.”
Crack!
Shit! Shit! Shit! That time the instrument landed on the right side of her ass cheek and when the heat came, she felt a flush of fluid from her pussy. Her body loved the pleasure/pain it was receiving and responded in kind. It also jostled everything else from her mind. No worry. No anger. No nothing but Jase and how he was making her feel. She had enough kink in her system that spanking turned her on something fierce.
Crack! That one had been to where her ass and left thigh met. Jase’s hand flattened over the reddened flesh for a few moments, holding the carnal heat in. Brie felt her body begin to float as the endorphins took over. Another strike was followed by a fifth then a sixth. She soon lost count as the music faded and a buzzing noise replaced it in her mind. Even the pain no longer registered, only the pleasure. Tears soaked the blindfold, then began to flow down her cheeks as she released all her fears and other negative feelings. For this brief time, nothing else mattered but Jase.
Brie had no idea how much time had passed nor how many times the leather paddle had left its temporary mark on her skin. Her ass burned, her pussy wept, and her body screamed for release. Jase stopped the spanking and his hand went between her legs.
“Oh, God! Please, Jase!” She didn’t notice she’d forgotten to call him Sir, and neither did he.
“Cum when you can, baby.” He expertly rubbed her clit, while the fingers of his other hand plunged in and out of her sex. She’d already been on the edge of the precipice, and it wasn’t long before she screamed her release. Every muscle in her body clenched and quivered. It was as if a wave powered by a hurricane fell on top of her, rolling her over and over. Down was up; up was down. She’d had many orgasms in her life, but none of them had been like this. She gasped for air as she floated back to Earth. Jase’s fingers slowed, guiding her down. As she lay there in a satiated heap, the sounds of the club slowly became louder once again, but Brie was too cocooned in a blanket of pleasure to notice.
Jase pulled his hands from between her legs, and she felt him release the straps holding her in place before removing the blindfold. “Stay there, baby. Let me put some cream on your ass. I’m going to remove your panties and cover you with a blanket until you can handle pulling them on again. Your ass will be too sensitive for a bit.”
When he was done with the cream and taking off her panties, he placed a soft throw blanket he’d removed from his bag around her and then helped her kneel upright. After slinging the strap of the duffel over his head and across his body, he picked her up in his arms and gently carried her back to where they’d been sitting earlier by the bar. Brie was still floating among the clouds as he sat and cuddled her close. As he administered her aftercare, Brie rested her head on his shoulder, holding onto the subspace as long as she could before she had to return to reality where her worry about Nadine would come crashing over her again.
C
HAPTER 10
J ordyn glared at Carter when the corners of his mouth ticked upward in a smirk. He held up the ball gag he’d just pulled from his toy bag. “Thought I didn’t notice you removed the one I’d thrown in when we were packing, didn’t you? Tsk, tsk, tsk. My naughty girl. Open wide.”
Damn it. She’d hoped he wouldn’t miss it. Apparently, he’d discovered it gone before their visit to the fet-shop earlier. How the hell he’
d purchased the new one without her seeing was a moot point. The main reason she hated wearing the damn thing was the massive amount of drool it produced—she felt like Parker Christiansen’s bullmastiff, Spanky, when he got overheated in the Tampa sun. The Dom belonged to The Covenant with his submissive wife, Shelby, and Jordyn loved their massive canine-child as much as she loved the two boys they’d adopted from her old orphanage in Argentina.
Carter didn’t use the ball gag on her often, only when she got really mouthy—much more mouthy than she’d been earlier. Right now, she figured he was going for a combination of punishment for snark and fitting into their current situation. Jordyn had been in many clubs with her Dom since she’d realized he wasn’t using the lifestyle as a cover to abuse women. She regretted every one of those seven years she’d spent hating his guts because she’d thought he was just like her father who’d abused her mother for years before killing her and then taking his own life, leaving Jordyn an orphan at the age of fourteen.
Growling, she opened her mouth and the ball was popped in. When Carter twirled his finger in the air, she dutifully turned around so he could secure the leather straps at the back of her head to keep her from spitting the damn thing out. Using her tongue, she settled the hard rubber into a comfortable position . . . or as comfortable as it was going to get. While Carter prepared for their scene, she stood at the back of the cordoned off play space, her feet shoulder width apart and her hands clasped behind her back, furtively studying the crowd. She was so glad he hadn’t taken her to a dungeon like this when he’d first introduced her to the lifestyle. He would have never been able to convince her that BDSM was beneficial to most people who practiced—safe, sane, and consensual were the important rules for everyone to follow.
Carter maneuvered the spanking bench he’d selected until it was set so Jordyn’s ass would be facing the wall behind him. There were several reasons for this. One, neither wanted their backs to the crowd—especially in this place—and two, a lot of this scene was going to be faked—including her orgasm. They couldn’t risk her slipping into subspace in case things went to shit and she needed to defend herself. It was something they’d done before in a club in Belgium when they’d been looking for a Russian double agent last month. After coming up empty handed that night, Carter had taken her back to the safe house they’d been staying at where they’d scened for real. And, boy, had that been an orgasm to remember!
Without being obvious, she kept Master Taye under observation as he strode about the room, playing up his body language as he “asked” his staff if anyone had seen the woman in the photo he showed them. Unlucky for him, Jordyn had become a bit of an expert in reading lips over the years. What he was actually telling them was they should shake their heads after looking at the photo. Each one of them did exactly as they were told. What an ass.
“Come here, my beautiful sub.”
Jordyn pivoted toward Carter and placed her hand in his extended one. He led her to the back of the bench and helped her climb on. After loosely strapping her down—so she could easily get out if needed—he squatted in front of her. “He’s telling everyone to deny seeing Nadine, isn’t he?”
Unable to respond verbally, she nodded her head while giving him an annoyed glare.
“Well, I didn’t expect anything else from the British bastard.” Her eyes narrowed at him, so he continued. “So, why are we here? Because there are plenty of other fish in the sea, my Jordy. Not for me, of course. You’re it for me. I meant in general. Are you ready to perform?”
She nodded again, this time rolling her eyes.
“Hmm. I’ll allow that this one time, since you can’t open your mouth and snark at me. Now, do a convincing job, and I’ll reward you later.” As if there had been any question she’d be convincing.
He stood and his bulging, leather-covered crotch was level with her eyes. Her mouth watered and she was pretty sure it wasn’t a result of the ball gag. Her Dom was well endowed and it was all hers.
Running his hand down her back, he moved behind her and found the rear zipper tab of her shorts. There was also one at the front, giving him the choice of which one he wanted to use. The material of the shorts separated as he pulled the tab down between her legs and up above her clit. Pushing the two halves aside, he palmed the globes of her ass and squeezed. Carter was an ass lover. Often when they were alone, relaxing for a change in front of the TV, he’d have her lay naked over his lap just so he could massage and caress her bare cheeks. He could do it for hours, and had many times over the past few months since they’d become a couple.
His hands left her and moments later, cool lubricant was dropped into the crack of her ass. Jordyn groaned. She knew what was coming. The son of a bitch was going to put a vibrating plug in her, and it would only be on a setting meant to tease her. Her cheeks were pulled apart and Carter used his fingers to spread the lube. Easing one into her, he prepped her for the plug. Myriad sensations coursed through her body, all pooling together at her clit and core, causing them to throb.
Carter’s other hand slapped down on her bare ass—first on the left side, then on the right. Jordyn forced her eyes to stay open, unable to truly allow herself to fall under his spell. When he was done spreading the lube, he removed his finger, replaced it with the plug, and then turned it on. Her hips undulated and, in her mind, she begged him for relief. No other man had ever been able to accomplish this feat—take her from zero to sixty in three point five seconds.
After washing his hands with an anti-bacterial wipe, Carter retrieved a bullet vibe and flipped the switch. Starting on her right inner knee, he slowly dragged it up her thigh, but lifted it from her body when he reached the junction of her legs. He then continued the act on her other thigh. A shiver went down her spine as her pussy wept with need. There were several ways a woman could climax—one was with G-spot stimulation and another with clitoral. The latter being less intense for most women, including Jordyn. Carter would use this to their advantage.
When he finally dragged the bullet between her soaked folds and over her clit, knowing her Dom would alert her to trouble, Jordyn finally allowed her eyelids to close. He increased and decreased the pressure, causing her to climb and drop, yet not giving her enough to send her over the edge. Her hips undulated as her body tried to override her mind and seek the release it craved.
While she was enjoying the teasing sensations, she made sure her body language told everyone else in the place she was under intense pleasure and falling into subspace. Her moaning around the gag got louder as her hands clutched the arm rests. She threw her head back a few times, before letting it fall forward as Carter continued to “torture” her for the sake of show.
Moments passed as shudders flowed through her. Squeezing her ass, Carter let her know he was going to let her cum. As he pressed the bullet harder against her clit, a mild orgasm washed over her, and Jordyn gave an Oscar-worthy performance for the crowd like she was having the mother of all climaxes. Her sex quivered as her inner walls clenched. While it was enjoyable, she wished it was only the start of things instead of the end. Her lover was extremely adept in giving her multiple orgasms, and this one was just a tease. As the last ripples of pleasure left her body, sweat coated her brow as she slumped against the bench, breathing heavily.
After removing the vibes and ball gag, Carter put everything into his toy bag to be cleaned later. He then zipped her shorts back up and released the straps holding her down. Wrapping her in a blanket, he lifted her into his arms, letting her rest against his massive chest. Snuggling close, Jordyn couldn’t wait until later when she knew he’d make up for the lack of intensity of her orgasm. Damn, she loved this man.
Carrying his woman and his toy bag, Carter spotted Jase giving Brie aftercare in a small grouping of recliners back in the bar area. He knew Jordyn wasn’t as far into subspace as she was letting everyone else believe, since he’d been watching her body’s reactions and adjusting play to make sure there was only enough to give her a b
uzz. Scening while undercover was the only time she was allowed to “fake it,”—not that she’d ever had to any other time they were together.
God, he was so happy she’d come to her senses and let him show her what the lifestyle was all about. They’d lost far too many years due to a bit of stubbornness on both their parts, but all that mattered now was she belonged to him and he belonged to her. With the life he led, he’d never thought he’d lose his heart to a woman, expecting to be a “love ’em and leave ’em” kind of guy his entire life. Granted, he’d always left them very well satisfied, but that was all in the past. He might still look at times—after all, he was a Dom who appreciated the female form in every shape and size—but there would never be another woman in his bed unless Jordyn allowed it and she was right there with him.
Taking a seat next to Jase and Brie, with his back to the wall, Carter settled Jordyn on his lap and pulled two bottles of water from his bag before placing it at his feet. He hadn’t wanted to take any risks with drinks at the club. This was the underworld of BDSM and he didn’t trust most of the people in the club as far as he could throw them. Cracking open one of the bottles, he handed it to Jordyn. “Drink, baby. You did good.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He grinned at her barely-there snark as she drank from the bottle. When they got back to the resort later, he’d make sure he gave her a few G-spot orgasms to make up for tonight. She hadn’t reached the level of subspace Brie was currently experiencing. Carter knew Jase hadn’t intended for her to go under as much as she had, but he was new to the lifestyle and still learning about his sub and how to read her signals. At least she was alert enough to understand that her Dom wanted her to drink from the water bottle he held for her.
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