Again. This time a few fingers of the whip's strips flicked up under my skirt, stinging the soft flesh of my sex over my panties. I felt an involuntary moan escape my lips.
"Oh, you liked that did you?"
"Yes." It was all I could say.
I braced for another whipping, but felt the feather again. My skin jumped, confused. He trailed it this time up my inner thigh, over the crotch of my panties, teasing against the heat there, and down my other thigh. Then smack, the whip's fingers hit again, spread over my ass, licking the skin of my thigh and flicking once more over my now very wet sex. I groaned again, and rocked my hips back for more.
I heard cat lady interrupt at this point. "Hang on. You two are going to need a safe word. Something that isn't 'no' or 'stop' but that means stop. You guys are new, it's easy to cross a line in the heat of the moment."
I nodded. I was aware of the concept but had never had need of a safe word before. I knew instantly what I wanted it to be.
"Charming."
Caleb laughed again. "Perfect," he said. When I met Caleb I almost didn't date him. I told him it was because I didn't trust charming. So if I used the word now, it meant I was reaching a place I didn't trust. It really was perfect. I smiled beneath my blindfold, happy I could make Caleb laugh even now with that word.
"Charming it is then. Please continue. You two are naturals. A bit untrained perhaps, but definitely naturals."
The next thing I felt wasn't the sting of a whip, but Caleb's hard, warm hands. They slid over the backs of my thighs. He was rubbing something oily into my skin. He used his hands to raise my skirt higher, around my waist. I felt him massaging the oil into the curves of my ass cheeks, his thumb occasionally dipping under the edge of my panties.
"Hey!" I exclaimed in protest.
"I wanted to watch your skin shimmer with the whip's kisses. Smacking your leather skirt just wasn't fair. I want the full experience. I want to watch your ass redden under my administrations. Plus I couldn't resist rubbing you down. No complaints, woman. You are mine to do with as I please, minus our agreed terms."
He rubbed me harder, pressing the warm oil into me, kneading my thighs, the crease where my thighs met my ass, and then my ass as well. It felt heavenly. My hips rocked into him of their own accord. I kept my mouth shut, but fought the moans that wanted to escape. Spread out like I was, I almost wished he would slide a finger or two over me, inside me.
I couldn't stop the moan this time. I felt the whip fully, stinging pleasantly against my oiled, bared ass. Again. I pulled down on my wrist restraints, trying to lean into the slight pain Caleb was inflicting.
"Oh yes. There is the pink skin I wanted to see." He spanked my ass again, this time bare handed. He rubbed the pain away, sliding his warm hand over my oiled skin, soothing me. The sting of his hand smacked me again. I couldn't help it any more, my hips rocked back and forth. I leaned back, arching, trying to press my backside into him. Offering it for more sweet punishment.
I pressed backward, but only met with air. He was in front of me now, he placed both hands on my waist, to still me, and to let me know where he was. Both hands ran up over the fabric of my corset, to cover the swell of my breast. "Hush," he whispered before I could respond. "Remember where you are. You are facing the corner. No one but me will see this next part. I promise."
My defiance died on my lips before it was ever expressed. I wanted to see what he was going to do next. His hands slid inside the top of my corset, sliding under my breasts, and popping them out. They stood out proudly, supported by the corset fabric underneath them. He gave my breasts the same treatment he had just given my ass, rubbing them down with oil, and kneading them in his hands.
My nipples stood out at attention, straining into his palms. He tweaked them softly, pulling and tugging as they requested. I felt the sting of the whip here too. A bit softer, flicking and stinging as the whip fingered my soft flesh.
"Damn babe." Caleb whispered in my ear so no one else could hear. "If it wasn't for giving you my word, I would bow down in front of you right now. I would drop to my knees, slide those thin little panties aside with my fingers, and slide my tongue deep inside you. I would lick you and taste your juices until you came, dripping wet, all down my chin. Then I'd get behind you and slide my cock ball-deep into you. I'd pull back out of you, and spank that pink ass some more, and then drive back into you again.
I would slide in and out of you, using my fingers to either play with your clit or smack your ass until you came again, screaming my name for release. As you came, as your hot sex milked me with each spasm, that would push me over the edge and I would have to decide if I wanted to pull out of you and watch as I shot my hot come all over your pretty, pink little ass or if I wanted to bury myself deep into your heat and fill you up until it dripped down your thighs. Then, and only then would I untie you from this beautiful contraption, so we could lay spent and completely worn out in a pile together."
"But," he continued, "I won't. I gave you my word, and I'll stick to it. I will however, give you a choice."
I hung on his every word. Literally. As I hung there, stretched and restrained and at his mercy, I wanted nothing more than for him to do everything he had just mentioned, and more. He had chased all thoughts of Roger completely from my head. I knew as he spoke that I would be grateful tomorrow, in the brutal light of day, that he had held to his word tonight, but right now I wanted to be licked and fucked and ridden to the brink of insanity and pushed over that line.
I whimpered as he listed my options. "I can stop right now. It's been a hell of a demonstration." He said as he deftly tucked my breasts back into the containment of my corset.
"Or I can use one more toy on you. I can make you come with a vibrator, releasing you from this erotic torment. Remember, you are in a room with others, there are probably 15 people behind you in here, not including me and the lady in the cat suit. You are in a sex club, everyone here would love to watch me finish you off, and no one would judge you. Including me. You said anything else goes, toys included. So, what will it be? Untie you now? Or after you've had an explosive orgasm?"
I tried to clear my head, to think rationally. I could feel the cool air on my panty clad backside. I could picture it in my head. Skirt around my waist, panty covered ass glistening with oil. I was so hot from everything Caleb had done, and said. The only thing I wanted in the entire world at this moment was Caleb deep inside me. My restrained stance and my eyes blind folded made it seem like he and I were the only people in the world, and all I wanted to do was to submit to him. I wanted him to own me. Hell he already did.
"Please." I moaned quietly. "Please, don't leave me like this."
Caleb's voice was deep with wanting. "As you wish."
I felt Caleb leave, and then come right back. He stood in front of me again, and turned on something that started to vibrate. I couldn't feel it yet, but the sound was unmistakable.
I felt Caleb press it to my inner thigh, just above my knee. I moaned when I felt it, my hips automatically rocking, reaching for my release. Caleb slid it up slowly, sliding it along the skin of my thigh, higher and higher. When it touched the core of me I bucked.
Caleb ran it around my lips, circling over my panties. He settled it over my clit, and pressed it into me. I knew I was already close, it only took a second. The waves of my orgasm were strong, driven by the power of the vibration Caleb held in his hand. I rode those waves, rocking in a rhythm as old as time.
When I was spent, I felt Caleb reach for my blindfold, removing it. I was still in an ecstatic daze, but I did think to ask, "Wait. What about you?"
He was still wearing only his briefs, and I could see now that he was as aroused as I had been. "Don't worry about me." Was his reply.
I whispered, "That's not right. Wait, we aren't really a couple. If you want to slip into the orgy room for a few minutes..."
"I said don't worry about me. I'll take care of it. Right now let me get you untied."
"I wasn't sure about you two when he was tied up, but after watching you together after you switched, I'm sure. Derek mentioned you two were looking for Jessica."
"Who's Derek?" Was my still orgasm addled brain's reply.
"The guy at the front desk. He said you asked for her by name and description. He was under the impression that you expected to see her here tonight?"
Caleb took over, thankfully. "Not expected. More like hoped. She was the first woman we played with when we started this scene. We were looking to do it again."
She nodded. "I can take your number. That's all. If she wants to call you, she can. That's the best I can do."
We accepted, and gave her both mine and Caleb's number. In the swinging scene, everything went through the woman, but we were completely new to S&M, so we left both options open.
We left the room and walked by the other rooms. I nudged Caleb as we passed, offering him the chance for his own release inside. He shook his head no, "That's what did us in last time. As a couple. Me going off on my own. I'm not going to do that again. We still have work to do. Jessica may never call."
"But we were together then. Really together."
"I still need you. I'm not taking any chances. Consider tonight a gift, nothing else. No strings attached, I promise. I can't make things up to you. It's too late for that, I know that, and I know where we stand. Nothing has changed, but I'm glad you let me give you that. Thank you. It feels like a little bit of trust has been restored. That's enough for me."
"You going to put your clothes back on at some point?" He was still only wearing boxers.
"Why? I like walking like this, me almost naked and you looking all in charge in that outfit. It suits me."
He smiled, but we did go to the dressing room. Caleb went into the men's room alone, and came out fully dressed a while later. He looked relaxed.
"Took care of business, did you?" I asked with a smile.
"I told you I'd handle it." He said with a wink. Our business for tonight accomplished, we left. Caleb dropped me off at home, leaving me alone with my troubled thoughts.
Chapter 20
A Warm Welcome
By the middle of the week, when Roger got back in town, I was a nervous wreck. I hated holding secrets from anyone, but this one was especially big, and it was eating at me.
I felt guilty for responding to Caleb's kiss like I did, I felt guilty for putting myself in that position in the first place. I should have told Roger what my plans were. I never should have let Roger fly out Saturday morning not knowing where I was planning to be Saturday night.
I was especially torn up about what happened in that S&M room. My guilt over being Roger's girlfriend, tied up and longing for Caleb's touch nagged at me. The rational part of my brain argued that we might be a step closer to finding Jessica, and if I hadn't let my body have its way that night as much as I did, the whole night would have been for nothing.
The emotional part of me longed to reconnect with Roger, to unburden myself to him and ask for forgiveness and understanding. To smooth things over and make them right again. To have everything out in the open, exposed to the light of day, whatever that entailed. I'd rather have an honest fight than a relationship based on secrets and lies.
And to complicate matters further, my body was trying to add its two cents worth. Every time my thoughts drifted to the details of Saturday night my heart rate sped up, my breath quickened and I could feel wetness gathering between my legs. I liked being tied up, my skirt around my waist, my ass glowing with oil and redness from Caleb's spankings. I liked submitting to him. I liked the weird sense of power I felt knowing that even though Caleb had taken charge, I could stop it with just one safe word.
Saying 'Charming' would end everything, and by my not saying it, I was announcing loud and clear that I was right where I wanted to be, doing exactly what I wanted to be doing. I tried to shake off the thoughts. I knew outside of a club like that, outside of a bedroom, Caleb was no good for me.
I channeled my erotic thoughts to Roger instead, knowing he was on his way to pick me up for a date. Sex with Roger was amazing as well. Sensuous and slow. I recalled dancing with him in the rain before our first time in the cabin and the sexy, oily massage. Sweet, romantic and sexy as hell. Maybe Roger was open to a little more. Maybe he hadn't brought out the handcuffs and vibrators yet, because it was early in our relationship. Maybe he didn't want to scare me off. Maybe I could hurry things along a bit somehow, treat him the way I'd like to be treated. Not by throwing that door wide open and tying him up and bringing out some toys, but by letting him know the door is definitely ajar, and he was free to push through it if he was looking for the key.
When Roger rang the bell I was so horny I couldn't see straight. I opened the door wide and took a second to look him over. Damn he was beautiful. Wide shoulders, muscular biceps sexily framed by the sleeve of his t-shirt. My eyes trailed over his perfectly sculpted chest and down over the tight abs I knew were hiding under the fabric of his shirt. I traced every bit of him, seeing him how he was tonight, but also undressing him with my eyes to see the gloriousness I knew from experience was hidden from the rest of the world under his clothing.
My eyes met his amused stare after I greedily looked him over. I smiled wide at him and said, "Hi there, sexy. I've missed you."
He laughed, the lines around his eyes crinkling in that sexy way I loved. "I've missed you too. I feel like I should have worn more clothes, to give you more of a challenge undressing me mentally. I already feel naked, and there you stand, fully dressed and gorgeous."
"If you'd rather, I could mentally put all your clothes back on and we could head to dinner." I teased him, still standing in my doorway.
"No, no, by all means, carry on. Should I turn around so you can get the rear view?" He teased back, his eyes shining.
I closed the gap between us quickly, placing my hands on his chest and sliding them up toward his shoulders, enjoying the feel of his hard warmth under my hands. I fisted the fabric of his t-shirt in my hands and pulled him to me forcefully. I kissed him hard, skipping any niceties. I put all the passion and wanting I could into that kiss, drawing on all my emotions over the past few days and pouring them into my need for Roger.
He responded in full, kissing me back and wrapping his arms around me, pulling me close. I released my grip on his shirt, my hands following the shape of his shoulders, around behind his neck and up to the back of his head. I buried my hands in his hair, gripping and pulling, then using the leverage to press his mouth even more firmly to mine.
I pulled him inside with me, closing the door with my foot once we were fully in the house, and then pushing him up against the inside of the closed door, pressing myself fully against him, still kissing him, still tugging on his hair. His arms dropped low on my body, his hands finding and then cupping my ass, pulling me tighter to him.
I broke the kiss, and reached one hand behind me, removing his hand from my ass and taking it firmly in mine. I turned away from him, pulling him with me, leading us to my bedroom. I glanced at him over my shoulder as I led, saying "Unless you would rather go eat..?"
"Oh no. Food can wait. Lead on."
I smiled back at him, enjoying the feeling of taking charge. When we got to the bedroom I said, "Take your shirt off, I want to see you. And kick off your shoes."
His eyebrow rose high on his forehead at my orders, but he did what he was told. When he was shirtless, he tried to reach for me but I stopped him with a smile and a quick shake of my head. His eyebrow rose even higher, but he smiled and stood still.
I stood in front of him, and slowly raised my hand, pointer finger extended, and starting at one shoulder I ran my finger in a zig zag pattern slowly over his hard chest, down over his abs, and teasingly under the waistband of his pants. I looked up at his f
ace, he was watching me carefully. I placed my right hand over his left chest muscle, centering my palm over his nipple. Still holding his gaze I aimed my mouth for his other nipple, looking up at him as I settled my mouth on his skin, licking his nipple and softly biting it with my teeth. I felt the rumble of his moan in the palm of my hand before my ears heard it. I smiled against his chest, flicking his nipple with my tongue.
I dropped onto my knees, licking and kissing a trail over his chest and stomach. I settled myself directly in front of his bulging zipper, and looked up at him, watching his eyes as my fingers popped open his button and unzipped his pants. I let his pants pool around his ankles, and shortly dropped his boxer briefs to join them. Eye to eye with his hard, throbbing sex, I placed one hand on his hip and with the other I ran one finger from the moist tip of him down his shaft. I wrapped my fingers around him, gripping him firmly and stroked him once, all the way to the tip, then slowly back to the base. He groaned and I heard him say,"Oh yeah."
I pulled him into my mouth, circling my tongue around him. I felt his hands bury into my hair, and although I liked it, I was determined to be in control. I stopped what I was doing and put my hands on his, pulling them out of my hair and placing them on his hips. I looked up at him. From this vantage point he looked like a naked and hard Superman. Feet spread, hands on his hips, erotic half smile playing on his lips. All he was missing was the cape flying behind him.
I returned my mouth to his demanding, twitching member, holding my hands over his on his hips while I worked him with only my mouth. I used one hand alongside my mouth after a while, keeping my other hand on his as a reminder not to move.
After a few minutes of licking and sucking him, I stood up facing him. I pushed him down to a sitting position on my bed. I was still fully dressed and it was time to remedy that. I looked him in the eyes and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. His gaze dropped to my fingers, watching the progress. He looked up at me with eyes dark with need and said, "I could help you with that."
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