by Livia Grant
Snapping her attention back to the wheel, she groaned. “Oh crap.”
Leaning down again, way down, Master Soren said, “What’s the matter, Butterfly? Not a big fan of orgasm denial?”
“No,” she pouted as he took her hand in his giant one, leading her off the stage. “It’s no fun.”
He smiled at her, the expression gentling his naturally harsh features. “Don’t worry, I’ll be having a lot of fun making you beg.”
Lifting her chin, she planted her hands on her hips and gave him a sassy look. “You and what army.”
He grinned, and said, “Awfully big words for such a little girl.”
Giving him a pouty little frown, she flexed for him. “Check out these guns.”
His deep, bass chuckle seemed to vibrate her bones as he gently felt her flexed bicep. “Impressive. You work out?
“I’m a personal trainer at a gym in Malibu,” she said as she eyed his magnificent body. “You look like you know your way around a gym.”
“I’m a personal trainer too.” He gave a little flex of his chest that had her wanting to lick him. “Though I think our clients are probably a little different. I train guys for strongmen competitions.”
“Cool! Do you compete?”
“I used to, but I hurt my back and had to retire.”
She placed her hand on his bicep, unable to resist the urge to touch his warm skin. “No shit? I was a cheerleader and had to quit when I messed up my back. That’s why I became a personal trainer.”
His thick brows drew down and a worried look entered his deep brown eyes. “But you’re okay now? Or do I need to be careful with you?”
She snorted. “I’m fine, and please don’t be careful with me. I swear I’m a lot tougher than I look.”
“I can believe that.” He gave her outfit a long, slow examination that was so intense it felt like a caress. “So you really were a cheerleader?”
“Yep.”
“Mmmm, always had a thing for cheerleaders. Had the biggest crush on the head cheerleader back when I played football in high school. And now I have one of my very own to play with. Must be my lucky day.”
She shrugged and gave him a wide eyed look. “Really? I’ve always had a thing for lumberjacks, and now I have one of my very own to play with. Must be my lucky day.”
Laughing loud enough to draw the attention of those around them, he smiled that bright, white, panty-dropping smile behind his well-trimmed dark beard. “Brave words for a little girl who’s about to be at my mercy. You sure you’re up to it? We’re talking at least thirty minutes of me working your body, sensitizing you, making you feel every touch, making you ache for a cock, a tongue—anything to get you off.” Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, “But you’ll wait, suffer with pleasure so extreme it becomes pain, because you know I’ll reward you well for obeying me.”
Dirty talk had always been one of her weaknesses, but Soren took it to the next level with his deep bass, growling voice. She swore her clit vibrated to his words, they were so deep. With lust warming her belly, she stared up at this brute of a man who she’d just been placed with by fate. A giant lumberjack who was like her triple-X fantasy come to life… in XL size. But his brown eyes were kind and she was insanely attracted to him. Sure, they were as physically different as possible, but the chemistry between them was undeniable. If she’d met him at a bar, or at the beach, she would have been just as attracted to him as she was right now. She didn’t know if it was the fabled zing or not, but there was something between them.
Something that promised to change her world forever if she was brave enough to go after it.
Standing on her tippy toes, she placed her hands on his warm, rock solid chest and said with one hundred percent sincerity, “I trust you not to hurt me. Bring it on big boy.”
Chapter 2
Soren
He easily encircled the gorgeous, tiny woman’s narrow waist with his hands as her words hit him right in the gut.
She trusted him.
This lovely little butterfly, this tiny creature of such exquisite and delicate beauty, trusted him with her fragile body. Women twice her size had rejected him in the past, afraid in a way that always made him feel slightly ashamed, as if he was somehow a bad guy for being big enough to cause people to fear him on sight. He would never hurt a woman in a way she didn’t want or like for all the money in the world. Yet most of his partners had been a little fearful of him, at least at first. They quickly learned that while he was enormous, he was a very generous Dom and lover.
But this little fairy of a woman looked at him with the fearlessness of a warrior. It was like in her mind they were physical equals, even if he could see she had to tip her head far back to look up at him. There was a fire in her blue eyes, a light that made her seem to positively radiate energy. She was like holding a warm ball of sunshine.
Part of him wanted to cup her in his hands, to shelter her from the world and keep her beauty for himself, while the other half of him couldn’t wait to torture her in the most exquisite ways. Orgasm denial was one of his favorite kinks, and to be honest he’d have to work her good just to get her stretched enough to take his cock. It wasn’t vanity, but fact that his dick was a lot for most women to handle.
And he didn’t want to hurt his Butterfly.
Up on the stage Madison finally released them to have fun.
Grabbing his toy bag from the edge of the stage he said, “Let’s go play, Butterfly.”
“Ready when you are, Master,” she said with a grin that made him want to spank her pert little bottom.
As they left the theater and made their way to the main play area, he was conscious of the people following them, of the hungry eyes that were focused on his Butterfly. The exhibitionist inside of him, the one that came out when he was doing Strongman competitions, woke up. Butterfly drew the attention of everyone around her. The charisma she gave off rivaled someone twice the size of her tiny frame, and he knew part of the reason they were drawing attention was the stark contrast of his bulk versus her petiteness.
He didn’t know who she was, or what she did, but her body was honed like that of an athlete and she moved with the grace of a dancer.
There were a few other couples from Roulette already getting setup to play, but he ignored them as he decided which platform would suit his needs. The St. Andrew’s Cross wasn’t right, and he considered the Sybian before dismissing it. Doing orgasm control with one high-powered rocket vibrator was too easy. He wanted to do something that would both show off his skill as a Dom and give his Butterfly everything she needed to soar.
When he spied a padded table made of white and black leather he was hopeful.
Reaching out to stop a DM that was passing by, he asked privately, “Any chance that table”—he pointed in the direction of the platform—“has stirrups I can pull up and use?”
The DM took a glance at it before answering, “You’re in luck. The tables with the black and white do have stirrups and can also recline like a gynecological exam device. The completely black tables don’t have those features.”
“Fantastic,” he answered with a grin.
“What?” Butterfly asked, her height not letting her see over the growing crowd to his platform of choice. “What’s giving you that wicked smile?”
“You’ll see,” he promised, his erection already pressing against his leather pants with every stride.
Fuck, he hadn’t even kissed her yet and his balls were drawn up tight. Touching her was like touching electricity, his skin sparking against hers. She had lovely pale blue eyes that held both intelligence and mischief as she gazed up at him.
“Well then lead the way, Master,” she said in a pert tone that earned her tiny butt a swat.
“Ouch,” she exclaimed, rubbing her bottom with a cute little pout.
Grabbing one of her pigtails, he tugged on it and led her over to the table. She complained the whole way, and by the time he had her up the steps and on
the platform, he was ready to gag her mouthy little ass. Instead, he ignored her and set his toy bag down next to the table. While the club supplied everything he needed, like most Doms, he liked having his own gear on hand.
Pulling out two bundles of black rope from his bag, he pointed to the table. “Get your mouthy ass up there, now. And if you say anything other than ‘Yes, Sir,’ I’ll spank your sweet little butt so hard you won’t sit comfortably for a week.”
Someone in the crowd close enough to hear his promise hooted. He could see her considering disobeying him before she dropped her gaze and climbed up onto the end of the table. She didn’t put her legs up in the stirrups, but that was fine, he would take care of that for her. The back of the table was raised so she was sitting up enough to be able to see him.
“Comfy?” he asked as he ran his hand over her silky smooth calf.
“Yep!” She gave him a nod and an almost feral grin. “Bring it on, big boy.”
Giving her his wickedest grin he said, “Remember those brave words, baby girl.”
He could already tell his Butterfly was a power bottom and she would need a firm hand to keep her in line. Thankfully, he enjoyed breaking bratty subs into sweet girls.
Moving to the side of the table, he looked down at her defiant little face and almost gave into the urge to taste those sweet, red lips of hers. She wanted to kiss him, he could tell by the way her lids lowered slightly and she tilted her mouth and head in his direction. But if he started kissing her, he wouldn’t stop, and they didn’t have all night. This was just the first round of three so he had to pace himself and remember why they were here. While he could afford his membership to Black Light, having an extra $2,500 in his pocket would be nice.
Stroking his hand down her leg, he marveled at how soft her skin was, and yet in contrast, how strong her muscles were underneath. “How flexible are you?”
“Very,” she responded with a smirk. “Remember, I used to be a cheerleader.”
“Good,” he growled, his dick practically leaking cum.
She watched him curiously as he caressed the satiny skin of her leg, marveling at their size difference and how incredibly soft she was. Leaving her white tennis shoes on, he lifted her left leg and placed it in the stirrup, then began to slowly wind the black rope around her leg, kissing the smooth skin as he went. When he reached her hip he could smell how wet she was and allowed himself the brief indulgence of rubbing his lips over the soaking wet panel of her red silk panties. Fuck, she smelled like sex, pure and so strong it threatened his self-control. He wanted to be inside of her, to use her body and fill her up with his cum until it was leaking from her.
Moving the panel over to the side, he took a second to admire her pussy. Pretty, so pretty and pink with its pouty inner lips that just begged to be sucked on. She had a little golden fluff on her mound and he rubbed his thumb over it. His mouth watered as he allowed himself three long licks, the taste of her tart and sweet juices an aphrodisiac like nothing else. He wanted to bury his face between her legs, to suck her pussy into his mouth, to tongue her clit until she soaked his beard. She cried out, her fingers pressing into the back of his head as she rubbed her pussy on his tongue, the feeling of her hands grasping his hair sending pleasant sparks down to his groin. With a grunt he tore his mouth from her and glared up her body to her flushed face.
“Behave.”
“Yes, Master,” she panted then whispered, “Holy shit you’ve got a talented mouth.”
Smirking, he pulled back and repeated the same binding with her right leg. He could have spent more time doing this, adding some elaborate knots, and sensitizing her further, but they were on a time limit. He’d told her she had to hold out for thirty minutes and the clock was ticking.
Once he was satisfied with the bindings, he smiled at her and pressed a button on the table, adjusting the legs outwards until she was spread wide open for the audience. Heat burned her cheeks and he could see that she was embarrassed by being so exposed, but also terribly aroused. Everyone could see her pretty cunt with her panties pulled over to the side. Even the little brown pucker of her asshole was visible to the appreciative audience.
Taking the tiny thong panties in his hands, he grinned down at her as he ripped them from her body, the audience cheering around them. His finger looked huge against her tiny sex and he had to give his cock a good rub to calm the old boy down. The thought of how tight she was going to be around him battled with the knowledge that he’d also have to be gentle with her. The thought of anyone or anything harming her had him seeing red. Unaware of his personal crisis between her legs, Butterfly was doing her best to lift her hips into his touch with a naughty smile.
“So eager to begin?” he teased her, an idea coming to mind as he toyed with the soft, wrinkled, little lips of her inner labia.
“It’s hardly orgasm denial if you never actually deny me anything,” she snarked back.
Grinning, he purposely stepped between her legs and loomed over her, putting either of his arms on the sides of the raised table by her head and flexed. “Remember this moment.”
She looked confused, but he was all but whistling with happiness. Beneath all that sass, which the crowd was eating up, was a sweet little submissive just yearning to be taken in hand. As he watched her out of the corner of his eye, he saw her look over at one of the other Roulette couples and her pussy visibly twitched. He was tempted to look as well, but as far as he was concerned, they were the competition.
Still, if watching them got Butterfly off, he was all for it.
It made his job easier.
“I need a towel, please,” he called out to one of the DMs watching over the crowd.
As he was going through his bag, out of Butterfly’s sight, a pretty black, part-time DM named Brielle handed him a clean towel that held the faint scent of fabric softener. They were friends, and she gave him a wink as she walked away. Returning to Butterfly’s side, he made his way around the bound beauty until he had her attention. He then he made a show of shaking out the towel, hiding the roll of hot pink bondage tape behind his back with his other hand.
“What are you doing?” she asked, completely puzzled in the cutest way as she peered between her bound thighs at him.
“Drying your pussy.”
“But…. why?”
“So I can do this.”
Once he had her sex as dry as he could get it, her needy little cunt kept leaking, he pulled out the bondage tape from the back of his pants and twirled it on his finger. She still looked confused, right up to the moment where he took her labia and stretched it out so the entrance to her sex was visible. Holding her lips open, he then carefully taped them to the crease between her thigh and sex, then repeated the action with the other side, taping her labia back so her core was totally exposed. She had long, pink inner pussy lips that stretched nicely, and he couldn’t help but grin as he realized with her pussy lips taped back like this her pussy did look like a butterfly.
When he stepped back, he gave a little bow and said, “May I present my Butterfly.”
There was laughter and applause as the crowd took in Butterfly’s splayed open sex.
“What did you do?” Butterfly demanded and he could see a bit of fear in her so he moved to her side.
Holding her face in both hands, he murmured, “I opened you up so everyone could see if you are lying about coming. I know some submissives that can orgasm so quietly, it seems like just a hiccup. I don’t want you getting sneaky on me and trying to come before given permission.”
She relaxed, then fluttered her lashes at him. “I’d never do that, Master!”
Laughing, he placed a soft kiss on her sweet little mouth. “Mmmhmm.”
That brief brush of their lips sent an electric charge through his system as he rose higher in his Top space, the center of his world focusing on his submissive.
Moving over to the bag, conscious of the time, he went right for the big guns.
The wireless Hit
achi wand.
“Shit,” he heard Butterfly say as he turned around and allowed her to see his toy.
“What’s the matter?” he crooned as he walked back to her, his dick so hard it hurt. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid.”
If she’d been standing up her spine would have stiffened. A look of determination came over her pretty face as she nearly growled, “Bring it.”
When he stood next to Butterfly, strapped down and open for his pleasure, he allowed her to lean up and nuzzle her face against his crotch. The soft pressure of her cheek felt divine on his aching shaft, and he watched as her pussy clenched and unclenched. With her attention distracted, he had the wand in place on the little fluff of gold on her mound and turned on before she knew it. Since they hadn’t played together before he didn’t know what her body responded to and wanted to start off light. Barely running the vibrating head over her sex, he gave her clit a passing sweep that had her twitching, but not jerking like he wanted.
Well, looked like his little Butterfly would need a firmer touch.
Taking the Hitachi, he put it straight on her already swollen and distended clit, exposed by the tape holding her pussy wide. The crowd cheered as she arched up, a cry of part pain, part pleasure exploding from her. He lowered the vibration and she slumped back, whimpering and wiggling her hips in circles. Moving around so he could see between her legs and watch her beautiful face, he ignored her pleas to let her suck his dick.
They’d get to that, but right now he was fascinated by the erotic sight of the entrance to her sheath glinting with wetness and contracting as he moved the wand around on her clit. A lovely flush started to suffuse her chest above her sports bra, but before it could blossom into a full orgasm, he pulled the toy away with a grin. The soft glow of ecstasy faded from her face, and when she looked at him with a pleading expression, he almost gave in… almost.
Instead, he took one finger and circled the rim of her sheath, feeding her body just a tiny bit of the tip of his finger. Everyone could see how her body tried to suck him in, and he heard more than one man groan in appreciation. There wasn’t a straight man on earth who didn’t love the feeling of a tight pussy trying to pull the cum out of his cock.