by Livia Grant
When he reached under the table to pull the stirrups into her line of sight, Khloe moved into full meltdown mode, kicking wildly to avoid him capturing her ankles, trying her best to buck her hips off the table to escape and tiring herself out in the process. He worked silently, knowing his silence would be more intimidating than words. He moved with purpose, methodically unzipping her left fashion boot and removing it and the small sock she’d worn. When she continued to try to kick free, Ryder slapped the inside of her bare thigh. It wasn’t a particularly hard spank, but it subdued her nonetheless.
“That’s it. Be a good girl. You have no choice in the matter. I will examine you. All you have to do is lay back and submit.”
Her eyes searched the space, too frantic to appreciate the possibilities of her position yet.
Once he had both legs bared and secured, Ryder stepped back to admire his captive. He watched her reaction as he spread the stirrups wider, splitting her open uncomfortably. Khloe’s chest heaved up and down from the table as she gasped for calming breaths.
“Now that I have you where I want you, I have a few questions for you. You’ll answer or be punished. Understand?”
He knew she wasn’t really listening. She wasn’t focused enough yet. His palm landing on her other inner thigh helped. “Answer yes, sir if you understand.”
Her small “yes, sir” went straight to his aching cock. She was fucking perfect.
“Very good. Now, tell me Princess. I assume you’ve read all of the Disney classics? Did you choose your nickname tonight because you wanted to be like a princess?” He could see her confusion. “Well I’ve got news for you. The only princess I’ll be treating you as tonight will be Sleeping Beauty.” Her eyes widened telling him what he wanted to know. “I see you’ve read Anne Rice’s version, haven’t you? It’s okay, you don’t need to answer. I see it in your eyes. You know exactly what kind of royalty you’ll be treated like tonight, don’t you?”
Beautiful tears pooled in her pleading eyes. This was where he differed from every other man in the room. The other BDSM play partners would read her fear and back down from it. But he didn’t dabble in the BDSM lifestyle. He didn’t play. He fucking owned it. He lived on the edge and tonight, he’d be taking Khloe Monroe to the edge with him.
“What if I can’t do it?” Her voice was surprisingly calm for a captive.
He hesitated, not wanting to push too hard too fast. “Then do us both a favor and safeword right now.” She was tempted, but pushed down her fear.
“Ready Princess?”
“What should I call you?”
“My name is Ryder, but tonight, just call me Master.”
Chapter 6
Khloe had never felt so alive. It was like every cell of her body was on high alert, ready to do her master’s bidding. It was ridiculous, really. Who the fuck did he think he was? They’d known each other all of thirty minutes, so it was ridiculous to recognize she hadn’t felt this level of intimacy with anyone ever before. The novelty of it made her brave enough to see where it would take her.
He’d assured her he’d stop if she cried out red and, despite his harsh treatment, she believed him. And while she was under no delusion that Chase had any romantic feelings for her, she knew he wouldn’t let anything truly dangerous happen to her. Those were the only reasons she was able to get her excited breathing under control.
His name was Ryder. Her eyes tracked him as he moved around the perimeter of the room, collecting up any number of diabolical items he planned to use on her body. There was something about him that fascinated her. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but she suspected it had to do with the fact that he was the first person in a long time whom she felt wasn’t interested in her as an actress. He didn’t seem to care about how much money she made or how famous she was. As fucked up as the game they were playing was, it felt real.
There were very few things in her life that she could say that about.
Before they really got started, a loud commotion could be heard across the club as a woman screamed, “Red!” at the top of her lungs. She turned, trying to see what was happening. Even from the distance, she recognized the last couple to be matched. Congressman Masterson and his ex-wife were not doing too well with their Pet Play kink.
Ryder raised an eyebrow when she looked back at him. “I’d stay focused on your own predicament if I were you, little girl.”
She suspected that was good advice.
Khloe tugged at her restraints, testing to see if she had any wiggle room and strangely relieved when she found little. He’d left her lying flat, thankfully, as she didn’t want to see the growing crowd that had gathered around inside the doorway and even the cutout window, supplied so voyeurs could watch the famous actress be dominated by the scariest of the roulette dominants.
Her bubble of self-confidence burst when he approached between her legs and held up what looked like a sharp scalpel. Survival instincts kicked in and she did her best to flail in her bonds, fighting to be free.
“That’s it, baby. Try to fight me. I love it.” Holy shit if she didn’t see the truth in his eyes as he held the sharp implement closer for her to get a good look.
“Sonofabitch,” she cried out.
“That’s one. I’m Master or Sir. Any other names will earn you a punishment. Now, I’d hold still if I were you.”
“I don’t like this!” she countered.
“There are no rules that say you have to like anything. You just have to obey.”
Her struggles were fruitless, but she didn’t stop until he volleyed a few sharp swats to her exposed inner thighs with his palm. The embarrassment was worse than the pain.
“You’re a real prince, you know that?”
“Oh baby, don’t I know it.” He moved around next to her and reached out to pull up the fabric of her bra between her boobs. He waited until she looked into his eyes to reply. “Here’s the thing. You have princes chasing you daily, yet you’re at Black Light, looking for something you can’t even name. Now, hold perfectly still unless you want to turn this into a blood play scene.”
Khloe held her breath while she felt him brush the dull edge of the scalpel across her skin just before situating it at her bra and pulling up to let the blade slice through the lace. The tension now released, the fabric flew apart, exposing her mounds and protruding nipples to her captor. He took his time admiring her, reaching to cup her bare breast, pinching the tight tip between his thumb and middle finger until she moaned.
She knew her panties would come off next, but the Dom used the electronic controls on the diabolical table to first move the head of the table upright, bending her at the tummy and also allowing the crowd to now witness her expressions. The only saving grace was that the spotlight above the table was bright enough to make it difficult to see out into the audience. She needed to pretend they weren’t there. Instead, she turned her attention back to the man now standing between her widely spread legs. There was open lust in his eyes that made her feel powerful.
“Hold still,” he ordered. She complied, wanting him to draw blood even less than he did.
Her panties fell away, ruined, leaving her completely bare. A palpable electric charge zinged in the air as his gaze devoured her bare pussy.
“What a shame. You’re already bald. I was looking forward to shaving you before your examination.” He let his fingers brush through her folds, coming into the lightest of contact with her clit. Christ, if only he’d pay attention there a bit longer, she’d be a puddle of goo. Instead, he yanked his hand away before she could enjoy it. She groaned in frustration.
“Lucky for you, I have extensive experience with medical examinations. Well, medical torture to be more precise.”
It was as if the restraints had a way of dulling her brain as sure as they subdued her body. His words sunk in too late. Ryder had already sat down on a rolling stool as if he were preparing to stay there a while when the word torture registered. His next words were worse. �
�I’ve learned that unless I want to get pissed on halfway through the exam, I need to insert a catheter now to get you nice and cleaned out.”
Humor danced in his eyes and she hated him in that moment. He was enjoying her humiliation entirely too much.
“Are you nuts? That isn’t sexy!” she cried out.
“Oh, baby, I beg to differ. I’ll tell you what. Why don’t we ask the spectators gathering around us and see what they think?”
She gurgled in frustration as he wheeled closer.
“But you aren’t a doctor!” she countered.
“Oh, and you know that, do you?” He was donning latex gloves and she had to admit, looking rather doctorly in a hot kind of way.
Like most warm-blooded women, she’d had naughty fantasies of a diabolical doctor taking liberties with her while she was spread helplessly before him. It was supposed to be fodder for masturbating, not something that happened in real life.
She hated that he’d inclined the table to give her a front row seat to what he had planned. She watched as he touched her pussy, lightly caressing her slick lips and drawing an involuntary groan. She was stretched taut, unable to stop him when his thumb circled her nubbin, pressing hard enough to light her up with an electric energy, but not near hard enough to get her off. He inserted two fingers next, curling with her body as he pressed on her lower tummy exactly like her own OBGYN did in her annual exam.
She watched in fascination as he pulled a small tray on wheels closer. He opened a sterilized package containing a long stick with a medicated swab at the end. She supposed she should be grateful that the soft tip was cool as he used it to clean her lady bits where he planned to insert the catheter, ensuring she wouldn’t be exposed to an infection.
He unwrapped the catheter next, stopping to dip it in lubrication before placing the tip against her urethra opening. Only then did he look up to pin her with a dominant glare. His steel-grey eyes danced with an excitement that made him even more handsome.
He didn’t need to tell her to hold still. She couldn’t have moved if she wanted to. He waited long enough that the sounds of the crowd surrounding them broke through their private connection, reminding Khloe she was about to be catheterized in front of dozens of strangers.
Khloe felt the unforgiving tube pinch as Ryder pushed it inside her. She’d expected pain, but found it didn’t hurt per se, but she was aware of it invading her body. She watched enthralled as Ryder fed the tubing deeper into her body until yellow urine filled the tube to the stopper. Still, he pressed forward another few inches.
It was as he was attaching the collection bag and hanging it on a metal hook near her left arm that she felt the first burn where the tubing sat inside her. It was as if he’d warmed the catheter before inserting it, which she knew hadn’t happened. With each passing second, the burning grew more uncomfortable until she was wiggling her ass as if she could somehow get away from the sensation, which of course was ridiculous.
Khloe turned her attention on the bag hanging beside her, watching it fill with her bright yellow urine, trying to keep her mind off the growing discomfort of the slow burn.
“I see the warming jelly is doing its job,” he added with a sadistic grin. “Let’s see how it does with the speculum.”
He added a new dollop of the gel to the metal instrument that looked more heavy duty than any she’d seen at her own doctor’s office. He inserted the cold implement fast and deep and then pulled it out. In again. Out. Slowly fucking her with the diabolical device. If he was trying to upset her, he was failing. Even with the burning gel, it felt fucking fantastic. He must have realized it, too, because he finally left the metal buried inside her just before using its design to splay her open uncomfortably for his examination.
“It’s too much!”
The doctor-wanna-be ignored her complaint. “Very nice. Very nice, indeed.” The heat was worse with the speculum as he’d used much more of the wicked gel. She couldn’t help but thrust her hips up and down the few inches of movement she had available as warmth turned to heat turned to burn.
“Ooh. Owie. It’s too hot!” she protested. Instead of removing the offending device, he instead dabbed a quarter-sized glob directly on his gloved finger and without warning, inserted his digit as deep into her bowels as it would go.
“Noooo!” She wiggled as much as the restraints allowed, which wasn’t much. She’d never been into anal play, so having his finger shoved where the sun didn’t shine unhinged her.
“That’s it, baby. Buck for me. It turns me on big time.”
“You sonofabitch!”
“Tsk. Tsk. I warned you about being disrespectful. I’m afraid I’ll need to punish you to help you remember to call me Master or Sir. I was going to just do a quick exam. Instead, we’ll have to take it to the next level, won’t we?” His words were harsh, but she could swear he was almost smiling with glee at the thought of punishing her.
She had no idea what the hell that meant, but she didn’t want to know. She slammed her eyes closed, trying her best to breathe through the not entirely bad sensations bombarding her body. The first moments of panic coincided with the insertion of a long, thin plug in her ass. She opened her eyes just in time to see the final inches disappear inside her.
The burn was intensifying in all of her private parts. Her clit, pussy, and anus throbbed in beat with her heart. Despite how she wanted to feel about his rough treatment, her body had a mind of its own. Her Dom for the night stood, taking off his latex gloves and leaving her to suffer in silence while he returned to the cabinet for new supplies.
His form no longer shielded her naked body from the growing crowd pressing in around the openings to the room, anxious to watch the actress and sadist square off. Most of the crowd was just a blob of shadows in the distance, but the spotlight illuminating the medical table sprayed wide enough that she could make out a few faces in the front rows. One submissive was on her knees, sucking off her Dom while he watched with interest. Another sub was folded over a cocktail table, her ass bared as her Dom pounded her from behind while they both watched the medical torture in progress.
Khloe’s eyes met the sub being plowed. They held their connection with Khloe getting more jealous with each pounding second that passed. Her own pussy throbbed with heated need and neglect.
“Don’t worry, Princess. If you’re a good girl, you’ll get pounded exactly like her before the night is over. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
He’d startled her, leaning in to whisper in her ear as they both watched the show in progress. She couldn’t form words her need was so intense.
“That’s okay. You’ll be screaming for me to fuck you before too long. But first, I can’t trust you to be respectful. Your punishment will be to be gagged so you can’t slip up again. If you’re a good girl, I’ll only leave it in for ten minutes this first time. The next time you call me something other than Master or Sir, I’ll leave in for twenty minutes. I sure hope you’re a fast learner.”
He thrust a squishy red ball into her restrained hand above her head. Her fingers tingled from being raised and held immobile for so long.
It wasn’t until the huge dildo in a harness came into view that Khloe understood his intention. One of the only parts of her body left relatively unrestrained was her head. She fought like a wildcat, thrashing her head from side to side, trying her best to avoid the inevitable. Unfortunately, her Master wasn’t afraid to grab her by her hair, subduing her long enough to get the thick tip of the rubber gag against her lips.
“I’m gonna count to three. I expect you to open wide before I hit three or you will regret it. One way or another, the penis gag is going in. The only question will be if you want this small one or the extra large one I have in my own bag. I’ll be happy to retrieve it if you’d prefer.”
Their eyes locked in a stand off. She wanted to hate him for the depraved things he was doing to her body, but she’d never been as turned on in her entire life. He had hooked her. No
w he was reeling her in. She would see the night through if for no other reason than to have the devastatingly handsome man currently controlling her fate scratch her needy itch.
“One.” She looked down at the gag he held at her lips. The diameter of the thick penis shaped rubber was at least two inches across and easily that long. It would fill her mouth completely.
“Two.” Fuck. It would be uncomfortable enough. Anything bigger would be hell.
She opened her mouth wide at the exact moment he said, “Three.” His eyes filled with a gleeful satisfaction at her obedience. She hated herself just a little bit for liking how it felt to make the sadistic bastard happy.
As she expected, the rubber filled her mouth, pressing her jaw open uncomfortably while the hard object touched the back of her tongue, bringing out her gag reflex. She had to force herself to relax to make the gagging stop. She tried not to panic when he lifted her head, pulling the leather straps around to the back of her head and tightening the contraption so there would be no escaping it until he released her.
“You can deny it all you want, but I know you’re enjoying everything I’ve done to you so far, Khloe. Still, I want you to know the red ball in your hand is your new safeword. Until I take the gag out, just drop the ball if you want to bail out on me. Understand?”
She could only gurgle from behind the gag. Already wetness was pooling in her mouth as she was unable to swallow around the intruder. She prayed she’d be able to avoid drooling like an idiot before it was time to take out the gag.
He left her alone again and she used his time away to take some deep breaths through her nose, trying not to think about the throbbing need building deep inside her. She was relieved when he returned to remove the catheter, but was disappointed when he didn’t remove the dildo in her ass, too.