by Marie Force
“Is my baby feeling hot and bothered?”
“Maybe just a little.”
He takes me by the hand to lead me deeper into the club. “We’ve got one more stop we need to make before we see about something private.”
I suppress a moan at the thought of waiting longer for relief. Being here, watching Kristian’s scene, allowing Flynn to touch me in public… I’m on fire from the inside. My skin is tight and tingling, the throb between my legs is like a second heartbeat, and I want to grab Flynn and drag him to the nearest dark corner.
He applies his hand to a device on the wall, and a door slides open.
“What is this?”
“It’s the dungeon. Only the five of us have access to it.”
The word dungeon trips my already heightened senses into overdrive as I try to imagine what goes on here. I see right away as we step into the huge room that pulsates with loud music… Cresley is suspended from the ceiling. Natural-colored rope has been wrapped around her body in an intricate pattern that is strangely beautiful. The elaborate scheme is held together by a single knot that falls just above her clit, which is clamped, as are her nipples.
When Hayden swings her around, I notice she is plugged in the front and the back. What that must feel like, to hand over that much control to another human being, to trust him with so much outside a committed relationship… As I have that thought, my own plug begins to vibrate.
Flynn’s arm around my waist keeps me from losing my footing. “Talk to me, sweetheart,” he whispers gruffly in my ear. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“Why does she like it? She’s a successful, powerful woman. What makes her want to be dominated so completely?”
“It’s because she’s so successful and powerful that she enjoys giving over control to someone else for a few hours. It takes her away from all her responsibilities and gives her a kind of freedom she can’t find anywhere else.”
“I…”
“I wish I could crawl inside your head right now so I could know your every thought.”
Laying my hand on top of his arm, I want to share those thoughts with him. “I wonder what it’s like for her to give up that kind of control to someone she doesn’t love.”
“She does love Hayden. They’re old friends, and there’s trust in friendship.”
“Still, to do that with a man she isn’t in love with… That takes…”
“Balls?”
“Yeah,” I say with a nervous laugh, “that’s for sure.”
“It’s a form of relaxation for both of them.”
“Relaxation… Um, okay.” I’d be anything but relaxed in Cresley’s position.
“No, really, look at her. Take a good look.”
Cresley’s eyes are closed, her face is slack, her lips are parted ever so slightly, and she appears to be floating above the room in what I now see, upon closer examination, is a blissful state.
“We call that subspace, when the submissive reaches a place of total trust and absolute submission. She relies upon her Dom for everything in that moment. It’s total surrender.”
“Would they mind that we’re here?”
“No, sweetheart, they love being watched. Most of us do. It’s part of the thrill.” He leads me to a sofa I hadn’t noticed in a dark corner and positions me in front of him, between his spread legs with his arms around me.
“Will they actually have sex?”
“Probably. They usually do. We allow actual intercourse only in the dungeon and private rooms, not in the main room upstairs.”
Because he wants to know my every thought, I say, “I’m not sure how I feel about watching Hayden have sex and then seeing him at the party tomorrow.”
“Do you want to leave before they do?”
I’m torn between wanting to see this through to completion and not wanting to watch Hayden have sex. Yet I can’t look away. “We can stay.”
The scene progresses slowly. I have no idea if we’re there half an hour or two hours, because I’m so caught up in what’s happening between them.
Flynn’s erection is pressed tight against my bottom and the vibrating plug, his hand is flat against my belly, and I’m on the verge of begging him to touch me when he tugs on the button to my pants.
I’m immediately filled with panic and excitement and desire that’s hotter and more potent than anything I’ve felt before.
He pulls down my zipper, slowly but insistently, as if he’s waiting for me to stop him. But stopping him is the last thing I want to do. I raise my hips against his hand, encouraging him to touch me before I die from wanting him to.
Across the room, I see Hayden remove the dildo from Cresley’s vagina. He drops his pants, and I think about diverting my gaze, but I don’t. I watch as he swings Cresley’s body close to him and impales her. She cries out from the impact.
Flynn’s hand slides inside my pants.
Because they suddenly feel about ten sizes too small, I want to pull them off to give him room. I shaved down there earlier, so my skin is ultrasensitive. Every nerve ending in my body seems to have arrived in one place to party for the night. All it will take is one brush of his finger over my clit to detonate an orgasm for the ages. Naturally, he must know that, because he touches me everywhere but where I need him most.
“So wet,” he whispers as he slides his fingers into me.
“Flynn… Don’t tease me.”
“Who am I here?”
“S-sir. Please…” I open my eyes to see Hayden pounding into Cresley. I hadn’t intended to watch, but I can’t look away.
“Do you like watching them, Nat?”
The whisper of his breath against my ear whips through me on a tidal wave of sensation. I raise my hips, trying to get him to move his fingers, but he won’t be rushed.
“Natalie? Answer me.”
“Yes, I like it. I like to watch.” Saying it out loud, admitting to it, is like gas being thrown on the already out-of-control wildfire that burns within me.
“Mmm, I can tell.”
He keeps me impaled on his fingers, pulsing them inside me in time with the insistent throb that beats through me. “Hayden can keep this up for hours. I can, too.”
“No…” The single word is expelled on a whimper.
“No, who?”
“Sir. No, Sir.”
“Are you saying no to me, Natalie?”
“I’m begging you, Sir. Please let me come.”
He sets the vibration in the plug to the next level, the most intense level, and I cry out before I can remember where I am or that I might disturb the others. But they are so caught up in what they’re doing, they don’t notice me.
“I can’t… I have to…”
Flynn’s fingers find a spot deep inside me that triggers the epic release that’s been building for a long time now. As wave after wave of nearly unbearable pleasure overtakes me, it occurs to me that he never gave me permission to come. Anticipating the punishment I’ll receive triggers a second smaller orgasm.
“Someone is in big, big trouble,” he whispers as he brings me down slowly, dropping the vibration to a lower level. His fingers are still buried deep inside me, snug against the spot that set me off. If he keeps pressing against me there, it’s going to happen again, which I’m sure he already knows.
“Sir…”
“Yes, Natalie?”
“Please take me home now.”
“As you wish, my love.”
Chapter 15
I’ve never experienced anything sexier than Natalie’s reactions to the club and the scenes we watched together. The way she positively detonated in my arms has me clinging to sanity as I drive us home as quickly as I possibly can. I can’t wait to administer her punishment and then fuck her until I slake this unquenchable need that seems to grow and multiply every day we spend together.
“When we get home,” I say after a mostly silent ride, “you have five minutes to go into the bedroom, remove your clothes and present
yourself for punishment.”
“H-how shall I present myself?”
“I’ll leave that up to you.” Goddamn, this is fun. To be able to have this sort of relationship with the woman I love more than my own life is my every dream come true. Except even I never could’ve dreamed the perfection that my life has become since I met Natalie.
I park the Vanquish in the garage and glance at my watch. “Five minutes starts now.”
Without another word, she gets out of the car and goes into the house.
As I watch her go, my entire body is tight with desire and anticipation and love. I love her so fucking much, even more than I did before bringing her fully into my world and my kink. That I can have her and this, too…
Fluff’s frantic barking gets me out of the car and into the house to deal with her while Natalie prepares herself for me.
I take Fluff into the backyard so she can pee and then give her a few treats, hoping she’ll go back to sleep so we can get down to business. I crouch down and hold out my hand to her, a tiny dog biscuit sitting in the middle of my palm. A few weeks ago, she’d have taken part of my hand with the treat. Tonight, she approaches me and gently removes the biscuit from my hand and eats it while gazing at me adoringly.
“Thanks an awful lot for bringing your mom to me.” I scratch her ears. “I know we got off to a rough start, but I really am so grateful for what you did that day. I was lost until you girls found me.”
She leans into me, wanting more of the scratching that she loves so much.
“I need to go see Mommy. You go back to sleep like a good girl, okay? If you’re good, there will be more treats.”
At the word “treats,” she perks up, but she’s smart enough to know she’s gotten all she’s going to get for now. She trots over to the spot on the sofa that she’s claimed for herself and, after repeated circles, plops down. I pour a couple of fingers of Bowmore and down them in one shot before heading to the bedroom to see what my wife has planned for me.
At the doorway, I’m brought up short by the sight of her lounging on the bed in black garters, thigh-high hose, four-inch black heels and nothing else—except the red plug, which stands out in stark relief against her creamy white skin. My hand lands on my chest, perhaps to see if my heart is still where it belongs. “Holy fucking hell, Nat. You ought to warn a guy before you do that to him.”
“And miss seeing that expression on your face? Never.”
“What’re you doing to me?”
“Just what I was told to do.”
“You’re awfully smug for a girl who has already earned one punishment tonight.”
“I’ve learned to rather appreciate your brand of punishment.”
“Perhaps I’m not doing it right, then.”
“Oh no, you’re doing it right. I’d let you know if you weren’t.”
I can’t help but laugh at her cheekiness. I love her confidence and how far she’s come from the first day when she told me she wouldn’t sleep with me, or any man, unless she was married. She was hiding then, running from her traumatic past. And now… Now she’s quite simply magnificent.
I remove my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor to be dealt with later. “Are you the same virtuous girl I met all those weeks ago who gave me such a run for my money?”
“I’m the new and greatly improved version of her.”
Laying my hand flat against her belly, I lean in to kiss her. “You were perfect then, and you’re perfect now.”
“I’m more perfect now that you’ve helped me to see all that I’m capable of.” She gestures to her sexy outfit. “I never would’ve been able to do this, to be this, before you. You gave me wings so I could fly.”
“You had them all along. I just helped you spread them.”
She raises a brow in a sultry, sexy look that brings me to my knees. “Are we still talking about my wings?”
Smiling, I kiss her again. I love her this way, saucy and fearless and up for anything. “Talk to me about the club.”
“I-it was very… Interesting and exciting.”
Kissing her neck and jaw, I say, “Exciting how?”
“Watching, having others watch us… All of it.”
“I loved having you there, gauging your reactions, knowing you were aroused by what you were seeing.”
“Aroused,” she says with a laugh. “That’s one word for what I was.”
“Did it surprise you? To be so turned on by it?”
“A little. I expected to be more nervous and perhaps a bit intimidated. But I wasn’t either of those things. I was… Transported. I don’t know how else to describe it.”
“That’s a good word, and I know exactly what you mean. There’s something about being there, in a safe, sane environment where such things are encouraged and condoned, that allows you to let go in a totally different way than you can anywhere else.”
“Yes, that’s it exactly.”
“Do you know what it means to me that you get it? That you saw what I see at the club, why it matters so much to me? Why I enjoy it as much as I do?”
“I think I do. I also think I might like to try what Kristian did in our playroom sometime.”
I stare at her, wanting to take in every amazing detail of her face. “I wish there was some way for me to properly convey to you what it feels like, for the first time in my life, to be exactly where I’m supposed to be, with the person I’m meant to be with.”
“That part I get, because I feel the same way.” Her hand, which has been flat upon my chest, begins to slide down, leaving a trail of fire behind.
Though I don’t want to stop her, I place my hand on top of hers. “Are you trying to seduce me so I’ll forget about your punishment?”
The look she gives me is pure sexy innocence. “I would never do that.”
“Yes,” I say, laughing, “you would.” I sit up against a stack of pillows and pat my lap. “Come to me, my love. Assume the position.” I absolutely fucking love the way her face flushes and her lips part when she realizes my intentions. “Now.”
Moving hesitantly, she crawls to me—which is fucking sexy as hell—and drapes her body over my lap, presenting that delectable ass to do with whatever I like. And there are so many things I’d like to do… I cup her supple cheeks, squeezing and shaping them. “How many do you think you deserve tonight?”
“None?”
I spank her right cheek, and she gasps from the surprise as much as the impact. “Try again.”
“That counts as one.”
“Are you topping from the bottom again, my love? Do I need to remind you who’s in charge here?” She is. We both know it, but what fun is it if I don’t try to pull rank on her once in a while?
“N-no.”
That little stutter makes me harder than I already am. “So what’s a good number for coming without permission at the club?”
“Five?”
“Nowhere near enough.”
“Seven.”
“Getting closer. I think twelve would do it. A nice even dozen.”
She moans, but the way her back arches in anticipation tells the true story. She loves this as much as I do.
I start off easy, giving her three quick spanks intended to get her attention, in case I didn’t already have it. After the third one, I switch on the vibration in the plug, and she nearly levitates off my lap. Her entire body flushes with heat that nearly sends me over the edge I’ve been clinging to since I first saw her in this sexy getup. I run a finger under one of the garters and then down between her cheeks, where I discover she’s as wet as she was at the club.
Her hands are gripping the down comforter, her head is lowered, and her rapid breathing mesmerizes me. I love knowing I can do this to her, that I can take her to this place of sharp, intense arousal. Making her count off each stroke of my hand against her bottom, I continue with the “punishment” that has us both so hot and bothered I worry that I won’t get through it without embarrassing myself.
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She wrecks the control that has been a source of endless pride to me as a Dom. But no other woman has been like this woman.
After the twelfth spank, I stroke and caress her red bottom, making sure the pain becomes pleasure, until she is practically purring in my arms. I grasp the base of the plug and gently begin to withdraw it.
Her head comes up, and her entire body goes tense.
I press it back into place, drawing a low, keening moan from her. I repeat that same move, over and over again, until she’s a quivering mess of sensation. “Nat… I want to fuck you here so bad. You have to tell me you want it, too.”
“I do,” she says without hesitation. “I want you. I want everything with you.”
“Turn over, sweetheart.” I need to see her face and her eyes, to ensure she’s doing this because she wants to and not just for me.
I help her to turn until I’m holding her in my arms, looking down at her face. “Tell me again.”
“I want you, Flynn. Every way I can have you.” She never blinks or hesitates or shows an ounce of fear.
“Are you sure?”
“Very sure.”
My heart gallops in my chest. “I’ll make it so good for you, baby.”
“I know you will.”
Her trust in me is the most powerful aphrodisiac I’ve ever experienced. Nothing has ever been a greater turn-on than knowing this woman, who has every reason to trust no one, trusts me with her life, her pleasure, her happiness, her well-being. I kiss her softly and sweetly, all the while denying my baser urges to take, take, take what she is giving me so freely.
But we’re going to work up to it, one step at a time. Step one is kissing—deep, erotic kissing that goes on for what seems like hours. I cup her breast and pinch her nipple between my fingers, planning to draw this out for hours if necessary to ensure it’s good for both of us. I want her to love it so much she wants to do it again and again.
Eventually, I move us so she’s on her back and I’m above her.
She looks up at me with those big eyes, the color different now from when I first met her, but no less compelling than it was then. I see her every emotion reflected in those eyes that look at me with love and trust and desire. I want to always be worthy of all that she has given me.