by Riley James
I take her arms as she does, attaching both of them to an anchor point on the bar above her head. I glance around the bar. There’s a few people watching us play, and a growing crowd of people who need drinks. Thankfully, some of the waitresses have stepped in to help, but it’s still my job. Ariel or no. “As much as I’d like to just play with you, I still have a bar to tend. So I’m going to work, and you’ll be here.” I unzip my pants and almost groan with the relief of releasing my cock. Its been bordering on painful. I make sure Ariel’s eyes are on mine. “Whenever my cock is within reach, I expect your mouth to be on it.” I have the satisfaction of watching her eyes go wide, dropping to what’s right in front of her.
“Yes, Master,” she breathes. Hell, I should have had her calling me that earlier.
“Including right now.”
She doesn’t waste any time, sealing her mouth over me. Holy fuck. I grip the bar hard enough that I think I feel the wood give. With her hands restrained, Ariel has to work to keep me close, to keep my cock where she wants it. And work she does. She sucks me hard, pulling me towards her, and bobbing her head up and down. I could die right now, and heaven wouldn’t come close to this feeling. Shit.
I force my eyes open and try to focus. Drinks, Connor. Serve some drinks. I pull myself free and walk away, only sparing a tiny backward glance at Ariel. Little captive angel. I love the way it looks—hands pinned above her head, tits arched forward, kneels fallen open so she can keep her balance. I can see a tempting glimpse of her pussy between those knees. But more than all of that, that she’s there for me. At my disposal.
I serve the drinks, chatting up a few customers before wandering down the bar again. I make a point not to look at her as I come close enough for her to touch me. She doesn’t disappoint, mouth sinking onto my cock as soon as she can reach it. Tongue and lips drag across my skin, working their way up and down, up and down from the base to the sensitive tip and back. Ariel swallows me, plunging deep onto my cock and making me curse. There’s a vibration that buzzes through me from her mouth, and I think she might be laughing. I don’t let her see me smile too. Sassy little sub.
Matthew appears in front of me at the bar, immediately noticing Ariel’s fingers, the only thing visible to him. “Have your prize back there?”
“I do.”
He smirks, “How’s it going?”
“Good,” I say, reaching down and tangling a hand in Ariel’s hair. I guide her deeper onto my cock as I smile at Matthew. “I’m enjoying it.”
“I’m glad.”
Ariel pulls back for air, and I give her only a second before I push her back down, feeling my cock slide all the way into her throat. Fuck. Her throat contracts around me and I almost come right then. “It’s your turn,” I tell Matthew. “You’ve been single longer I have.”
He frowns. “Not yet.”
Under the bar I release Ariel. For the moment. She leans against my hip, panting into my skin. I size up Matthew. “We should talk,” I say. “When you’re ready.”
Pushing away from the bar, he smiles at me, though it’s a sad smile. “Thank you for the offer. And enjoy your prize while you have her.”
“Oh, I will,” I say, pulling Ariel back onto me. Her eyes lock with mine, and I see a sparkle in them. I leave her gasping as I go to wait on some other customers.
I let her tease me over and over again, reveling in the feeling of wet and heat and suction. But I don’t ever let her take me all the way. Not yet. When I pull her up off the floor an hour later, there’s a wet spot where she was kneeling. “You enjoyed that,” I say to her. It’s not a question.
A bright flush blooms across her cheeks, and she looks down, again embarrassed. “Yes, Master.”
I like this dichotomy. The girl that will laugh with a cock in her throat and also be embarrassed by her enjoyment. So contradictory. She’ll be more embarrassed by the time the night is over. I make sure of it.
I perch her on the bar and lick her clean, enjoying the taste of her and almost wishing I could drink in more of her if I let her come. Her voice, begging me, rings across the bar, drawing every eye in the club. I make her face the club, legs wide, touching herself while anyone who wanted to watch could, her face so red she looked sunburned. I tease her with my fingers and my cock, watching her shudder with desire, aching for the release I refuse to give her.
And finally, the club almost empty and closing time near, I fuck her again. Ariel is bent so far over the bar she’s on her toes, her tits in my hands as I pound into her relentlessly. I’ve been waiting to come again almost as long as she has, and it’s ecstasy. Her pussy contracts on my cock, desperately trying to hold on. And I feel her breathing pick up that ragged rhythm I’ve come to know so well in the last few hours. Even though it nearly kills me, I slow my pace, letting her body settle under mine. Tiny muscles in her skin spasm, and I know she’s close to the breaking point. “Please,” she begs, voice rough with use, “just once.”
“No.” There’s part of me that feels bad about denying her do long. I want to see her come explosively. But the other part of me is celebrating the fact that even after all this, she’s putting my will above hers. Truly, gorgeously, submissive.
I thrust deep into her, my climax close and ready. It sizzles down my spine, blasting through me like pure white fire as I bury myself in her, spending myself and bathing in that glorious pleasure that I won’t let her feel. The power of it kicks through me, making my release last that much longer. Fuck that was good. I needed this.
She’s trembling when I pull out of her, and I carry her back over to the couch where we started the evening. She jumps at every touch, body strung so high that even the little things feel magnified. “You did very well,” I tell her, and she leans into me.
“Thank you, Master.”
I’m not sure what she’s thanking me for, the compliment, or the experience. Either way, the words warm me up. “You’re welcome, little one.” I kiss her, thoroughly enjoying the way her body blossoms with hope, arms curling around my neck. No. Not like that. I pull away. “Your clothes are in the locker room,” I say. “I had them moved.”
She nods, and I can already see her wheels spinning. As soon as she makes it to the locker room, she’s going to make herself come. Or so she thinks. “One more thing,” I say, and she looks at me. “You aren’t allowed to touch yourself until morning.”
Her mouth falls open, “What?”
“You’ve waited this long,” I say, the corner of my mouth pulling up, “You can wait a little longer.”
“But the club is closing, Master.”
I shift her in my lap. “Yes, it is, but the bargain you made was for the night. So you either agree to this, or I take you upstairs to one of the overnight rooms, and I’ll make sure you follow my command.”
Her eyes widen, and I see her translate: I’ll take her upstairs and tease her for the rest of the night. “I can do it.” She says quietly.
“Good girl,” I say before I put a mock pout on my face, “Though I was hoping you’d say no. I’m hard just thinking about you in a chastity belt.” She stops breathing. Interesting. I’ll have to keep that in mind if we play again. I set her on her feet, giving her one last kiss. “Have a good night, little one.”
“You too. Master.”
ARIEL
This week as I step into Club Masque I feel different. Confident. I know exactly what my plan is, and I have every intention of carrying it out. No embarrassment, no fear.
Last week as soon as I woke up, I could barely keep my hands off myself. My body was so ready that I came in less than a minute. My orgasm was so hard and so long, I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like it. And then there was another orgasm. And another, and another. I had to change my sheets.
Did that make last week worth it? I don’t know. Being under Connor’s command was like a dream. My body responded to him in a way it never has with anyone else. But the whole night without coming was…exquisite torture.
But this week I trained. Every morning and night, using my vibrator ruthlessly on myself, stretching out the time between my orgasms longer and longer. I can do it this time. And this time I came dressed for battle. No white tonight. My outfit is red through and through. Well, through what little of it there is. Panties held on by ribbons tied on either side of my hips, and a red satin harness that’s more skin than fabric. The thin strips create designs across my skin, just barely covering the nipples. The highest red heels I own, and my cuffs. I have matching red ones this time.
Lyssa sees me on the way in and whistles. “Damn, girl. Who’s the target?”
I smirk, “You know.”
“Payback?” She grins, a drink already in her hand. “I’m always down for that.”
“Wish me luck. Tell the others?”
“Will do.” She toasts me as she runs off.
I stop behind a pillar, hiding from view but still able to see the bar. Connor is doing his usual thing—pouring drinks and chatting—though he seems more upbeat than he has in some time. I’d like to think that had something to do with me, but I also don’t want to kid myself. I’m going to get what I came for, and then that will be that. This week he’s not shirtless. Instead, his black t-shirt is so tight that I can still see his abs. It’s sexy in a different way, but he’s still mind-blowingly hot. I wait until there’s a lull in the crowd before I make my approach. I stand at the same end of the bar where I challenged him last weekend. No sense in changing what worked. “Master Connor.”
I say it quietly, but he hears and looks instantly. Watching him take me and the outfit in, watching lust fill his face, I’m suddenly wet, and he hasn’t even spoken.
“Ariel.” He walks towards me, and he smirks. That same little smile that reminds me of everything he did to me. My body shudders in response. “Quite an outfit.”
“You didn’t like the white one.”
He raises an eyebrow. “In the white you looked like an angel. In that, you look like sin.”
I smile, “Is that a compliment?”
“Absolutely.” He laughs, “Can I get you something?”
I swallow, fighting against the nerves in my stomach. All the confidence in the world can’t block out the fear of him saying no. “Yes.”
“What can I get you?”
“I want to challenge you again.” I push the words out before I can second guess myself.
His face goes slack for a second. I’ve surprised him. He blinks, “Really?”
“Yes.”
“Most subs won’t even talk to me after losing a challenge.”
I shrug, “I’m not most subs.”
“No you’re not,” he whispers. Then he looks at me again, assessing. “Why?”
“Does it matter?”
“Maybe.”
I sigh, “Because I don’t like losing. Because the prize of having you to myself for a night is worth the risk. Because even though last week was somewhere between heaven and hell, I’ve never felt any like that. Never been able to…let go like that. With anyone.”
Connor nods his head. “I’ll take those reasons.”
“So you accept?”
His grin is wicked. “I do. But it won’t be the same.”
My stomach sinks, “No?”
“The prize, yes. But the punishment…I think this time I might take you upstairs anyway. I’ll tie you down and fuck you until you’re screaming my name. Of course, you won’t be allowed to come.”
A pulse of arousal rolls through me. The thought of being at his mercy while he takes his pleasure from me sends wetness rushing to my pussy, and I think I may have already soaked through the flimsy panties. “Okay,” I say.
“Oh, and one more thing,” Connor says, leaning over the bar. “No one has ever come back for seconds. So it has to be harder this time.”
I take a breath to keep from fidgeting, from showing my nerves. Connor lets his gaze drag up and down my body. “Instead of fifteen minutes, this time it will be thirty.”
I’m strapped to the chair again, an even bigger crowd gathering around the scene area. Lyssa and Kara are staring at me, and I’m pretty sure the thing that Lyssa’s mouthing at me is ‘are you crazy?’ One thing that’s different: Connor lets me keep the harness. In his words it’s ‘sexy as fuck.’
He doesn’t waste any time, setting up the clock, and repeating the ritual of licking across my pussy before he inserts the vibrator. “Good luck,” he says, smirking.
“Thank you, Master.”
“Thirty minutes, your time starts now.”
The vibrator buzzes to life, and the clock starts counting down. But this is what I’ve been training for all week. I shut my mind down. I don’t allow myself any sexy thoughts. I think about the weather and my grocery list and what time I want to go to my yoga class on Tuesday. Before I know it, five minutes have elapsed.
Connor pulls up a chair and sits across from me, watching like a hawk. I see the remote in his hand, see his fingers move as he clicks it into a new pattern—nothing I can’t handle. I don’t smile. I don’t make a smug face. I don’t want to give him any clues about how I’m feeling. No excuse to try to make me come sooner. Ten minutes elapsed. He slowly unbuttons his pants, never taking his eyes off me. He takes his cock in his hand, lazily stroking it as if I’m his personal show to watch. I guess I am.
Fifteen minutes gone, and I take a deep breath. I’m already further than I got in the last challenge. For the first time, I notice the people around us. The cheering. I tune them out again. Listening to them won’t help. I know that the last ten minutes will be the hardest. I trained myself up to twenty. Never thirty. I know I can do it, but I can’t lose focus even for a second.
The vibrator clicks up to a higher setting, and I relax into it. The less tension, the better. I look at Connor, his face incredulous that I’ve lasted this long. There’s a slight bit of worry there too. No one’s ever beaten him. There’s nothing I want more than to be the first, except for maybe him. Twenty minutes. The vibrator clicks up in intensity, switching into that rolling rhythm that’s so hard to resist. I try to relax, try to breathe through it, but it’s getting harder now.
Connor smirks at me, stroking his cock faster, forcing me to imagine him using that cock on me. It’s just what he wants. I close my eyes, grit my teeth. I didn’t come this far of lose. No. He switches to the staccato pattern. I resist, though the pleasure is building unbearably now. But it’s nothing compared to what he made me go through last week. If I can go for six hours without coming and being constantly teased, I can make it five more minutes with a vibrator on my G-spot.
Holy shit, I look at the clock again. Five minutes left.
Connor forces the vibrator up to the highest speed, and I nearly scream, sensation splintering through me and breaking my concentration. He has me on the edge now, but I can do it. I will fucking do it. I dig my fingers into the arm of the chair, locking down my muscles and resisting as he rotates through the patterns, trying to surprise my body into coming. I do scream now, watching the clock, I scream out my frustration, the sound letting me hold on just a little longer.
One minute. Holy shit. I hold my breath, not even thinking as I watch the clock. Nothing can touch me now. I won’t let it. Even though I’m looking over the edge, my body humming with pleasure and the sheer need to let go, I hold on. I watch the numbers on the clock fall. Thirty seconds. Twenty. Ten. Three. Two. One.
The club erupts with cheers, and the vibrator cuts off. I sag against the restraints, letting out the breath I took just a minute ago. Connor is gaping at me, still not believing what happened. I did it.
I won.
CONNOR
Holy fuck.
There’s nothing but noise and cheers around me as the timer tells us that thirty minutes came and went, and Ariel did not come. I didn’t go easy on her either. Simultaneous disappointment and awe fill me up. I guess her lessons last week helped. I never thought that this would happen. I can’t even be upse
t that she’s the first to beat me. I’m too impressed.
I put my cock away. There’s no point in me standing around gaping at Ariel like a fish. I was trying to taunt her with it, make her relive the pleasure I would give her and send her over the edge. Clearly, it didn’t work.
Ariel is sagging against the restraints, exhausted. She didn’t come, but she was close. She has a hard time focusing on me as I stand in front of her. “Congratulations.”
She smiles, still breathing hard. “Do I get my prize?”
“You do,” I say, fighting against a smile of my own. “But right now, I think you might spontaneously combust if you don’t come.” The small moan she makes lets me know that I was right—she was damn close. I drop to my knees in front of her, and her eyes go wide. “Consider this part of your prize,” I say, pulling out the vibrator. God, she’s so wet I can’t help myself. I put my mouth on her, drinking her in. Ariel’s body goes rigid, and it won’t take long to give her that release she’s looking for.
I drag my tongue across her in long, slow strokes from her pussy to her clit and back again. She’s trembling under my mouth, and I know that I could keep her here, let her hang on the edge of orgasm as long as I like. But she’s already waited long enough, and I’ll have plenty of time to tease her later. Circling my tongue up and around her clit, I lick her faster. Ariel’s breath comes in little gasps, her eyes closed and head thrown back against the chair. I suck her deep into my mouth at the same time I slide a finger into her pussy. I feel her shatter, a scream that’s pure pleasure coming from her throat. Her pussy floods and I drink it in, reveling in the deep, sweet taste of her. If I didn’t know how fucking good it felt to be inside her, this is how I’d spend the night—making her come over and over on my tongue.
I don’t move my mouth from her, don’t stop feasting on her until the tremors running through her subside. I scrape my teeth over her clit just for the satisfaction of watching her jump. “I guess tonight will be different then,” I say, smirking. I’m going to enjoy this. I’m going to tie her down and fuck her until she’s louder than the sound proof walls.