You, Me, and the Crazy Ex: A Club Stigmata Novella

by Luckett, Elle

  He didn’t.

  Denton’s hand moved down, pushing against my mound teasingly from above my skirt before moving to my thighs to venture under the material. When he found no barrier of underwear, I finally understood how lost in the moment he was, too. Excited expletives beat against the skin at the back of my neck, and I barely heard the chuckle from somewhere in the room from our small audience, but it was enough to gently remind me that we weren’t alone. An accident, I was sure, and one I didn’t notice for long, especially as Denton’s fingers slipped between my thighs and found my clit.

  He circled and teased gently with his index finger until he had my full attention again. All of my efforts were on not rolling my hips against his fingers in my search for friction, my focus on my body not falling apart with an unsanctioned orgasm, while my thoughts were on the man now pressing his lips against my jaw.

  “Do you have any bondage restrictions I should know about?” he asked, moving his mouth and pressing his forehead against my shoulder. His fingers on my nipples and the bundle of nerves now painfully alive and throbbing were slowing. It took me a moment to find my voice.

  “Neck, Sir.”

  “Nothing around your neck?”

  “Nothing tight.”

  “Good girl,” he purred, edging his finger away from my clit and closer to my wet pussy that clenched around nothing. “I’m going to need you to tell me if you’re uncomfortable when I start strapping you in. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He inched closer.

  Was this reward or torture?

  “Sex?”

  “Yes, please,” I murmured.

  Denton chuckled but rewarded me with a gentle thrust of his index finger inside me. Another quiet chuckle followed as my back tensed, my hands fisting against the leather, and I clenched around the single digit like it was all of him.

  “So responsive.”

  He was right, but this wasn’t the norm. I’d never been this reactive with someone I wasn’t familiar with. My mind was on those dreams I’d had the night before, on the pleasure I’d given myself when I’d woken up, on the need to feel him moving inside of me and that unique masculine feel of him taking what he wanted as unapologetically as he was right now.

  “Whatever you’re thinking about, keep thinking about it.”

  That wasn’t going to be difficult. “Yes, Sir.”

  He stroked his finger inside of me slowly before withdrawing. With a slow, purposeful slide of his hands, he broke contact between us, leaving me feeling like I was floating as I fought for breath.

  It was impossible to ignore that craving I had for him deep inside.

  I also realized that Denton Strake was only just getting started.

  Chapter Four

  My vision wasn’t restricted by Denton. He hadn’t told me to close my eyes, and he certainly hadn’t told me to keep them closed when my body had driven me to it, but I couldn’t seem to force them open them as I listened to him moving around the room to gather what he needed. Denton had a light step with heavy boots that made it easy to follow him from one side to the other. Every step he took made the excitement inside me grow and twist until it became painful. Something that didn’t escape Denton’s notice from the other side of the room.

  Damn Doms and their intuitiveness.

  “Talk to me, Emerson.”

  “I’m well, Sir.”

  The noise he made at the back of his throat sounded a lot like a growl, and it finally had my eyes opening and staring at the supple leather in front of me. Doms did not enjoy being lied to, but I wasn’t lying. I was well—better than that actually. I was simply feeling particularly needy at that moment.

  “Really, Sir, just aroused.”

  I listened to his approach, ignoring the twitch of my clit as his movements sent a gentle breeze over my bare ass. I focused on a crease in the leather, knowing that he would use this knowledge to his advantage.

  “Just aroused?”

  “Very, Sir.”

  “Maybe there’s something I can do about that for you.”

  I tried not to smile and failed. Denial was going to be my worst enemy for a while, and I understood that the moment his front pressed against my back and eased me against the padded leather in the center of the spool. Denton took his time situating me, his hands sliding up my arms to my wrists then stretching me over the curve of the spool to fasten them with the supple leather cuffs designed to keep me in place.

  Next came my legs. He eased out a small padded platform from between the folds of the leather and had me kneeling on it as he attached the back of my thighs to the base and sides of the spool, leaving my ass in the air and my legs spread wide. He paused briefly and blew a stream of cool air over my exposed pussy—his hand gripping my calf when my body reacted with desperate need. I had to give it to the man, he was taking his time and learning my body, studying every reaction I had from good to worrisome and no doubt noting it in his memory.

  The last thing he did was strap my waist. A cool strip of leather came from one side, and he laid it flat over my back just below my ribs, where my body arched from the spool and locked me into place. I couldn’t understand the need for this until he moved and unlocked a mechanism on the side and the spool rolled, my ass ended up straight up, while my face pointed toward the hardwood floors below.

  I hadn’t seen that coming.

  “Are you comfortable and secure?” Denton’s voice was thick and heavy with arousal, but the intention and command were clear.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He ran his hand from the back of my knee where I was buckled, up to my ass that was now on display along with my pussy. He stroked the skin there, toying around my folds with fingers too gentle to relieve any real pressure. When his second hand joined the first, but on the other ass cheek, I could barely breathe. The muscles in my thighs trembling under the effort to stop the needful roll of my hips.

  He continued running over the flesh on my ass with his palms, warming the skin with his ministrations, while his thumbs stroked my labia in feather-light touches designed to tease me. It was a mixed message, designed to leave me confused as to whether pleasure or pain was about to come next, and it worked a treat. I wanted both and wasn’t prepared for either.

  I was all but ready to beg for more when he finally acted. I hadn’t been sure which way he was going to go until his thumbs ran on either side of my folds, parted them, and pushed his tongue inside me. The sudden motion had my body surging forward, a heavy climax rolling in my gut, giving me only a second to regain control and force it back. The thick, damp heat of his mouth made me shudder. The sensation had the muscles in my legs trembling and my hands pulling against the restraints. I suddenly wasn’t sure how long I could put off the inevitable. Denial almost seemed more painful than the other option of punishment he would present now I was faced with the pleasure.

  “Do not come until I tell you to, Emerson.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I was going to fail his command.

  I was doing my best to concentrate on talking myself out of my orgasm as his tongue swept into my pussy again, and all I could focus on was his finger and his tongue, and the rushed breaths that washed over me as he worked. In and out, he explored with his tongue, his fingers curling into the flesh of my ass as I squirmed around him, pulling my focus from the pleasure to remember my orders.

  The moment he eased his fingers to my clit, I knew it was over, even the softest brush of his fingertip would have my body jerking and my cries falling from my lips. Not allowing my body to follow through was becoming painful and hopeless as the tension built inside of me. Wave after wave filled with promises of the ambrosia I would receive if I just let go, beat against my pussy, all increasing reminders of the feeling my body was seeking as my hips slowly rocked against his mouth.

  Then it all stopped.

  The heat from his mouth.

  His plunging tongue.

  His breaths.

/>   His fingers.

  His warmth.

  In their place came a sharp snap of his palm on my ass cheek, and the brutal flash of reality that came with the pain.

  “Do I have your attention, now?” he asked sweetly, his palm running over the aching flesh he’d just abused. He’d had my attention anyway. I’d only been in too deep, lost in the moment with the heat and the pleasure–

  Another slap came on the other ass cheek and dragged a strangled cry from my throat.

  “Your ass is now a delicious shade of pink, but I can make it a deep red if you insist on it.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” I said it the same way I would have told him to go fuck himself. I hadn’t meant the insult, but the rapid transition from absolute immeasurable and immersive pleasure to the brutality and reality of that pain had been a shock to the system.

  “Emerson, do not climax until I give you permission. I want to be inside you when you come. Do you understand?”

  I nodded and clenched around thin air, earning myself a brush of his lips over an aching ass cheek for my trouble. The hot and cold thing he was working with was making this whole situation all the more pleasurable.

  “Tell me your hard limits,” he demanded.

  “Humiliation. Asphyxiation. Bloodplay.”

  “Pain levels?”

  “Moderate, Sir.”

  “Crop?”

  I didn’t respond verbally, but my body’s reaction filled in the blanks. Crops were one of my favorites.

  “Very good.”

  He moved away from me after a stroke of his palm, and I heard the rustling of his movements before he returned and set something down beside him. When he was ready, he approached me again. My pussy was still level with his shoulders, and he seemed to enjoy the easy access.

  He’d picked up some toys along the way.

  I felt the blunt head of something cool and plastic run through my folds. As with every other of his actions, he moved slowly, circling, teasing, and easing me into the situation with brushes of his warm lips against my sensitive skin. He pressed the tip against my clit and left it there until it started vibrating.

  My body jerked so fast it made the whole spool tremble, forcing a chain to rattle somewhere.

  A vibrator.

  Was he kidding?

  “Not kidding, beautiful.”

  Had I said that out loud?

  I swallowed compulsively.

  “Easy,” he purred, reading my reaction correctly. “I have the remote in my other hand. If I think you will come without permission, I will stop. Do you understand?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “You don't understand?”

  I hadn’t meant to say that. I got that Dom’s liked to push limits and see how far they could push someone, and then take control of the situation as it arose, but I’d never had a man like this tell me in no uncertain terms that he would stop play as punishment if I broke the rules. The vibrations stopped as suddenly as they began, and though my body relaxed, my brain became aware.

  “Sir?”

  With a click from the furniture, he unlocked the position I was in and slowly rolled me back upright. His chest pushed against my back as his mouth found my ear. The warmth of his body as it blanketed mine was divine, and I pressed against him greedily.

  “Tonight, you will only come around my cock. If I have to control that outcome, I will.”

  I think a strangled sound came from my lips as the image of him buried balls deep inside me made my body tighten and electrify, but he took my excitement as agreement and put me back into position, rolling my body forward so my ass was in the air again. Denton’s hand then ran down my spine to the strap and back over the rise of my ass with reverence, before easing the small vibrator inside me at his own leisure. He tested the small device, no doubt watching as my body shuddered around the gentle vibrations, and my skin pebbled with sweat. I was trying to think of anything but those vibrations—anything but the ball of fire born of the pleasure that was growing inside of me.

  “You’re absolutely beautiful when you’re needy.”

  It felt safer to hold my silence, but Denton rewarded me with a feather stroke of the crop over my ass cheek and down my thigh anyway.

  The room suddenly felt airless.

  He trailed the crop over my exposed skin in gentle, slow-moving patterns. I knew he was watching as my pussy tightened around the still vibrator because I could feel his heavy, aroused breaths as he worked. When he dragged the tip of the crop over the end of the small, but still vibrator inside of me, I felt every hair on my body rise with anticipation. I tried to breathe. I tried to stop the tremble that rode over my sweat-dampened skin, but it was useless. I knew what was coming.

  I longed for it.

  The line of fire that lit up my ass and pussy was still a surprise.

  In perfect symmetry, he’d hit my aching folds and lower part of my ass in one measured strike of the crop. The pain had barely registered when the world lit up in an intense vibration inside of me, hitting all the right spots and making my eyes roll, and my voice crack.

  This man knew what he was doing.

  He knew how to work my body and keep me right with him in a hazy cloud of pleasure, when only seconds before the pain had been so sharp, it had cleared the cushion of my arousal.

  My body trembled suddenly as though I’d been electrocuted. I was fighting that unfurling ball of need that was persistently pushing from the center of my universe and demanding I set it free. Demanding and needing as it sent shivers up my spine, forcing my forehead to the chilled leather.

  Then the vibrations died, and the line of fire fell into a dull ache.

  “Damn,” Denton murmured, his breath washing over the deep line that ran across my body. I flinched in anticipation of his touch, but he surprised me. He didn’t finger the welt he’d just created. Instead, he brushed his lips over it, then his stubbly cheek, which only served to ignite the fire all over again.

  This was the first and last time he stopped to admire his work that closely. Using the crop, he worked his way up and down my thighs and over my ass in alternating gentle and wicked strikes. The pain moved from subtle to blinding—each one surprising. He used the vibrator inside of me to ease the pain when my body responded in a way he wasn’t sure about and ran a finger over the more violent strikes as though stroking himself at the sight of them. I never had a chance to gain my breath as he worked. He never fell into a rhythm I expected, just random strikes at random levels of pain.

  The pain mingled with the pleasure, becoming a drug I couldn’t get enough of, and true to his word, whenever I got too close to losing my grip on the thin strand of control I had over my orgasm, he stopped and let the pain take over just for a little while.

  He was never brutal.

  He never gave me more than I could handle.

  He tested my limitations gently, and I enjoyed every second of it, even when my thighs and ass were on fire. Denton only gave me what he could counter with gratification, and that ecstasy was now outweighing the pain as my brain began to fog into the spectrum of not giving a shit.

  Strike after strike, he worked on my ass and thighs, his own grunts of satisfaction mingling with mine until my cries turned into strangled moans and unabashed pleading. He took me high and eased me back down over and over again until I couldn’t have repeated my own name.

  I barely noticed the removal of the vibrator or the gentle readjustment of my body’s angle when he deemed me ready. All I felt was his hands on my sensitive flesh, the strokes and petting even on the unmarred skin of my back, making my body shudder and my pussy clench. The sensations all blending together. I was a livewire, and the pin had been pulled.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, Emerson. Come freely.”

  I felt the spool under me move as he brought me down and swung his hips up. We met somewhere in the middle. The sudden intrusion of his generous cock sent me over the edge into oblivion on contact. He held us both still as I fel
l apart around him. I was lost in the fire of my flesh and the stretch of my body around him. Denton was patient, though. He stroked my back, kissed my shoulder, and waited as I loosened my body’s grip around his cock.

  Then he started to move.

  He hadn’t been lying when he’d said he was going to fuck me, and his beautiful contraption only helped him. He hit angles I’d never felt before, pushing deep inside of me as he took and took more from my spent body. I came around him again, but he didn’t stop this time. He pulled me along with him until one rolled into another, and his own orgasm rose within him and took over.

  Denton’s chest blanketed me as he slammed into my body for the last time, coming with a quiet grunt of pleasure as he buried his face into the nape of my neck and bit down sensually, sending my mind away to float somewhere above myself.

  We tried to catch our breaths. He was far more successful than I was, and as I melted into the leather pad beneath me, Denton flowed around my body, his hands reaching for mine as he unbuckled them one by one. He released my legs next, careful to keep me supported, leaving the strap around my waist to keep me upright. Once he’d removed that, I fell into his waiting arms and smiled up at him sleepily, more content than I could remember feeling in my life.

  “Relax, beautiful. I promise I won’t go anywhere until you wake up.”

  I took his word for it and let my brain follow my body into the calm floating emptiness of happy oblivion.

  Chapter Five

  It took me a while to claw my way out of the warm comfort of the darkness. As consciousness slowly began to embrace me, so did a warm set of muscular arms. This little realization also made me aware of how warm my cheek was, the gentle thrumming heartbeat against my ear, and the steady inhale and exhale of someone’s breath.

  Not just someone’s.

  Denton’s.

  I felt the smile curl my lips long before my eyes even attempted to open.

  “There she is,” Denton said quietly as my body curled into his. His embrace tightened for a moment, and when I finally allowed my eyes to flicker open, he was smiling down at me. His beautiful blue eyes were heavy with sleep, his hair now a mussed mess, and his stubble seemed to have grown thicker. Somehow this all made him look even more amazing.