by Tara Quan
But St. Andrew’s crosses, spanking benches, and whipping posts were also positioned at regular intervals, all occupied by couples or trios engaging in scenes. Many had acquired a circling audience. Chains slithered across the ceiling and along the walls. Bolted metal rings decorated pillars and floors. Less than five feet away, a cuffed, willowy blonde hung from a chain, her straining body captured between two muscled Doms.
Luka’s large hand closed over Naomi’s shoulder as her attention latched onto the submissive’s impaled ass and vagina. “There’s one thing we won’t do.” His fingers dug into her muscles. “I don’t share.”
Despite the distracting vibration on her clit, she frowned. “I’m not yours to share.”
“Stubborn brat. Good thing I’ve learned not to believe what you say.” His confidence threw her off balance, more so than the punishment he’d dispensed. Gripping her by the elbow, he helped her to her feet. “Run along and grab us a drink.”
Spinning on her heel, she got a good look at him for the first time. The man was as devastating in a dark suit and open-collared shirt as he’d been bare-chested. His presence affected her more than the underpowered vibrator.
She tilted her head back and narrowed her focus to his face. Not an adequate solution to her problem, but she had limited options. “You grab us a drink.” Her self-control on the fritz, she had a much better chance convincing him of her lackluster submission skills than she did rejecting him outright. At this point, his disapproval might be her single ray of hope.
It seemed worth a shot.
He scowled. “The correct response is, Yes, Master.”
“In your dreams.” She accompanied the taunt with a derisive snort.
He raised his right arm so she could see the remote in his hand. With an evil grin, he pressed a button. The stimulation intensified enough her legs threatened to buckle.
“I won’t say it, no matter what you do,” she muttered. “I’m pretty sure I wrote it in the comments section of the stupid form.”
The intensity decreased by a mere fraction. “I saw. Trust me, I can make you do whatever I want. But, since I’m in a generous mood, we’ll compromise.”
His playful tone scraped her nerves raw. How could he be so peppy when she was about to die from frustration? “Tell me what the hell you want.”
“It seems more than one of my pets needs obedience training. Congratulations. You’ve earned a lesson in orgasm denial. For me, formality is a bit of a turn off, so we can do without. But only if you give me a blowjob. Right here, right now.”
Before she could answer, he jacked up the vibrator’s setting. This time, she did fall to her knees.
“Glad to have reached an agreement. Before we start, you need a few decorations.”
While he ambled out of her line of sight, she concentrated on the steady pulse assailing her crotch, desperate to find release. Maybe she could come before he noticed. She was so close.
She reached between her legs and pressed. A white fog crept into her view. Her muscles tensed.
All of a sudden, the damn contraption went dead. Clawing the carpet, she glared at Luka’s gleaming leather shoes. As soon as he allowed her an orgasm, she planned on killing him.
He slid a furred elastic over her head. Once it passed her chin, he lifted the front part up, fastening the hair band in place. Two red, pointed ears flopped down.
She recalled his earlier conversation with the dungeon monitor. Theme night. “Easter bunny? You’re shitting me.”
“A bit corny, I admit, but the costume has its uses.”
He knelt, grabbed her wrist, and smoothed a circular mitt onto her right hand. Tying the bow at the base, he secured the fluffy contraption. After he repeated the process on the other side, she asked, “What’s the point?” Within the cute, furry paws, she could open and close her fingers. They didn’t limit her movement by much.
“It’s all part of the outfit. Two more pieces left…for now.” Winking, he pulled metal clamps out of his pocket. Wispy feathers fanned from the ends, their color matching the other accessories.
She bounded to her feet. “No. Absolutely not.”
Grabbing her neckline, he pulled her closer before yanking at the laces running up her front. “Consider checking the attitude. As it stands, I don’t plan to let you off easy. The more lip you give me, the harder I’ll push. Either way, you’re going to tell me why the hell you’re so afraid of starting a relationship.”
She batted at his arm. “Ooooh. I’m so scared. What are you going to do? You’ve already spanked me.”
He drew a circle in the air with his finger, bringing her attention to the litany of howls and screams. “Want to rethink the question? The only reason we’re still here is because I hadn’t thought to reserve a station. But there’s plenty we can do without the bells and whistles. Since you refuse to admit the truth, I’ll put you on display. You’ll submit to me in front of everyone.”
Her brain locked on to the least important part of his statement. “Why didn’t you make reservations? Aren’t you at the club to play?”
“Someone’s jealous.” Digging his hand under her top, he pulled one of her breasts free and brushed the tip with the pad of his thumb.
She shuddered. “Someone’s full of himself.”
He kneaded her flesh, his harsh fondling threatening to jellify her spine. Then, he pinched her nipple. “Why do you care if I planned on sleeping with another sub? You made it real clear you didn’t want anything to do with me.”
With great difficulty, she kept her voice even. “I don’t care.”
“Liar.” Grabbing one of the clamps, he clipped it in place. Biting back a keen, she writhed as he twisted the tiny knob until the jaws closed tight. The tips were covered in rubber, so it didn’t hurt as much as she’d expected. But she’d learned from experience these things stung more coming off.
“People are staring at us.” A halfhearted protest, even to her ears. Being watched turned her on. He’d figured out her biggest weakness. It didn’t take a rocket scientist. She’d put it on the damn form.
“I like showing off what’s mine.” He closed his hand around her other breast. “And to clear things up—I came for the same reason as you. I wanted to tell my date in person the arrangement was off. I can’t play with anyone until I decide what to do with a certain lying sub. Guess what. I had an epiphany the moment I arrived.” He affixed the other clamp before giving each of her breasts a hard whack.
Both her nipples throbbed, the painful pressure making it seem as if her breasts had doubled in size. Combined with the recent clitoral stimulation, his torture drove sex to the forefront of her mind. They were going to fuck—of that she no longer had any doubt. All she could manage was damage control.
“I signed up for a no-strings-attached scene….” She murmured the reminder to herself. It gave her an excuse to keep going. “Nothing has changed.”
A dimple grooved his cheek. “Keep telling yourself the lie if it makes you feel better.”
She blew out a labored breath. Her neat, meticulous plans had already started to unravel. The realization threatened to give her a panic attack. She needed a distraction. Any distraction. “I can’t give you oral if you won’t stop talking.”
“Good point.” He shoved her shoulders down, the force sending her to her haunches. “And you’re going to tell me everything before the night is done.” He pulled plastic zip-ties out of his pants pocket. “Hands behind your head.”
Too off-balance to disobey, she complied. Within seconds, he’d bound her wrists. When the other plastic strip looped around her ankles, the stark vulnerability of the position registered. He’d spread her open, bared her breasts, clamped her nipples, and leveled her face with his groin. She wasn’t about to give him head. He planned on fucking her mouth.
And despite her pulsing clit and aching boobs, all she could focus on was him pulling off her hair tie. “Stop it. My hair is super frizzy.”
“Shush.” He unr
aveled her braid before traipsing around to face her. “I’ve done this before.”
“At your home. In the dark. I must look like I’ve been electrocuted.”
With a smirk, he arranged the thick, heavy curls over her chest. The strands reached her ribcage and brushed her nipples with each breath. The contact tingled, making her toes curl.
“That should keep you occupied.” He adjusted the knobs on the clamps, tightening the jaws until she yelped. “Beautiful.”
Scowling at him, she rubbed her thighs together. Her efforts yielded more frustration.
Her cheeks heated as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. Without pulling down his trousers, he freed his erection. Her throat went dry. The one time they’d had sex, it had been a frenzied, passion-fueled sprint to the finish line. They hadn’t bothered to strip, let alone flick on the lights. She remembered how completely he’d filled her, but she’d never gotten a good look.
Damn, had she been missing out.
His penis was long, thick, and slightly curved. Veins snaked from the base along the engorged shaft, the smooth crown at the end making it appear even larger. A drop of liquid decorated the creased tip, tempting her to devour.
He stood close enough, all she had to do was lash out her tongue. When she tasted salt, she parted her lips for more. Her jaw protested as he stuffed her. No wonder she’d hurt for a while after they’d had sex.
“Relax your mouth.” He gripped the sides of her face, his fingers threading through her hair. Holding her nape captive in one hand, he unclipped her bow tie and pressed it into her covered palm. “If you need me to stop, drop this.”
She kept her gaze on his face as he pushed. The crown of his penis grazed the back of her throat. Before the gag reflex won, he massaged the cheek muscles in front of her ears, distracting her from the deep impalement.
“Don’t do anything. Just feel.” He swayed back and forth, the languorous strokes continuing until she acclimated to the discomfort, until her attention shifted from withstanding his invasion to giving him a taste of his own medicine.
She wanted to drive him out of his mind.
Positioning her tongue under his shaft, she rolled it up so the tip grazed the underside. Each time he entered her, she laved the head with a swirl. A growl rumbled above her as he grabbed both her breasts and squeezed. “I gave you an order.”
With a roll of her eyes, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked. Roaring a curse, he bucked his hips. He pushed harder, faster, deeper, all the while plumping her breasts and tugging at the clamps.
Her lids drifted shut. The sharp stings melded with the slide of his flesh into her mouth, the musky scent of sweat and cologne, the sound of his balls slapping her chin. Her immobility, the utter defenselessness of her position, came with its own high. Her abdomen tightened. Her inner muscles contracted in rhythm with his thrusts, the emptiness at her core a brutal torture. When the vibrator in her panties came to life, bursts of white brightened the red haze.
“Fuck. I’m close.” He slowed for a fraction of a second, as if waiting on her next move. Too far gone to care, she sucked harder. With a growl, he gripped her head, his fingers clawing her hair as he drove into her. She couldn’t move, couldn’t react, couldn’t think past the exquisite pleasure.
The erotic dance seemed to last an eternity. Without warning, his hands sloped down her neck to fondle her breasts. The clamps came off.
The flash of searing pain drove her over the edge. Hot liquid glanced off the back of her tongue as reality shattered in an explosion of crimson shards.
Chapter Five
By the time Naomi regained enough motor control to open her eyes, her wrists and ankles were free of restraints. Curled up on Luka’s lap, she was enveloped in a furry blanket. The scent of chocolate motivated her to tilt her head back.
A stubbled jawline filled her vision. His chest vibrated. “Hey.”
She managed to lift one corner of her mouth. “Hey.”
He popped a bite-sized truffle past her teeth. Cocoa and mint coated her tongue, the bittersweet combination making her brain fire back to life. By the time she’d chewed and swallowed, a clear plastic bottle hovered in front of her mouth. He’d wrapped her so tight she couldn’t shift her arms, leaving her no choice but to let him feed her.
Once she’d drained the last drop, she nestled her face against his crisp burgundy shirt. He’d rolled up the sleeves and had lost the jacket. Perhaps because of the recent punishment, she was acutely aware of the hard bulge digging into her butt. While his punishment had left her too drained to move, he’d geared up for round two. It didn’t seem physically possible. “Are you taking Viagra or something?”
The accusation netted her a rumbling laugh. “You’ve been out of it for a lot longer than you think. I’m guessing you haven’t scened in a while.”
A couple of years, give or take. She saw no reason to dole out unnecessary information.
“God, fucking damn it.” He tensed, his chest and legs turning rock hard. “The woman is like a dog with a bone.”
She followed his gaze to find a latex-clad, buxom blonde marching toward them, a hairy, muscled-up dude in skintight leathers beside her. With the other patrons sporting tailored suits or designer underwear, the pair attracted quite a few curious glances. Where had they gone shopping? The bargain bin of Fetish R Us?
They chose a booth with direct line of sight to the one Naomi shared with Luka. She narrowed her eyes to focus her vision. “Oh wow. It’s your ex. What are the odds?”
“Zero,” he muttered. “Ivanna’s stalking me. It’s the other reason I’m here. Joss gifted me this date. He somehow got it in his head to have me scene in front of her. He’s certain it’ll crush her hopes and save us the effort of a restraining order.”
Naomi twitched her mouth from side to side, playing on her bunny costume. Maybe she should draw on some whiskers to complement the ears and paws. “I sort of see his point.”
“You do?” He glared at her as if she’d stabbed him in the back.
“I’ve met the woman, remember?” She beamed him a saccharine-sweet smile. “She thinks the sun and moon orbit her boobs. Given the warped logic, your not dating another woman would be because you’re still in love with her. Having sex in public is the perfect solution. Oh, lucky us…. She’s stripping.”
When his ex unzipped her top, double Ds spilled out. Pink nipples jutted from two perfect, porcelain globes. Plastic surgery or not, the chick was a stunner.
Luka stared up at the chain-covered ceiling. “What did I do to deserve this?”
“You thought with your dick instead of your head?” She raised her eyebrows. “Bear sniffed the insanity off her even before she got inside the house. It took me less than a minute to decide the bitch was cray-cray. You, according to TMZ.com, were too busy tit-fucking to notice.”
“Did they actually print tit-fucking?” He scrunched up his nose. “I can’t figure out why the tabloid blogs bothered with me. I’m a bloody architect.”
“And your parents own a quarter of the real estate in downtown Boston. You’re one of the East Coast’s most eligible bachelors—or at least you were before your sex life became public knowledge. Who knows? With BDSM’s recent popularity, you might make the list this year.”
“Let’s hope not. I never want to see my mug in magazine racks again.” His shudder reverberated through her sore ass.
She winced. Sitting through the return flight would be quite the chore. “Then hook up with someone less famous.” She pointed her chin at his gyrating ex. “The press cared about her a lot more than you. She graced the cover of Seventeen in her prime. Apparently, she was a pretty popular actress before she aged out of teenybopper roles.” Did the man not google the women he dated?
“That explains a lot.” He massaged the bridge of his nose. “I guess we should leave.”
Ivanna started tweaking her nipples and undulating her hips. For some reason, the overt come-on made Naomi’s blood boil.
> He’s mine—bitch.
“Or we could put on a show.” The offer slipped out.
“We can what?” Judging from his high-pitched tone, she might have grown an extra nose. “Repeat that, please.”
“Well, err….” She wiggled her butt, digging into his crotch on purpose. “Do you think you can get it up again?”
He squinted. “My ability to perform is not the issue.”
“I’m just saying, you know….” She cleared her throat. “The night’s still young. If you want to, like, do another scene or something, I’d be cool with it. I’m already in a costume.”
“As long as we part ways complete strangers by sunrise, you mean.”
She nodded.
“I see.” With a grunt, he deposited her next to him and yanked off the blanket.
To her dismay, he’d left her laces undone. Her comparatively smaller boobs showed through the gaping neckline. Her spine arched when he groped her through the satiny fabric and pinched her swollen nipple. “Ouch!”
“First off, I like your breasts better, so stop looking in her direction. It’s annoying because it makes me do the same thing. And after what she put me through, seeing her tits makes me nauseous. Second, I’d thought you’d have conquered your relationship phobia by this stage, but it seems an encore is in order. Are you sure you don’t want to continue this somewhere more private?”
His ex chose this moment to commence fake moaning. The sound resembled a howling dog. Her acting abilities must have degraded over the past decade. “Consider this my farewell gift. Let’s make it obvious you’ve moved on.”
He canted his head. “Wow. I never thought you’d be so possessive. And you’re a true exhibitionist, too. No wonder the dating service matched us up.”
Her cheeks warmed. “What gave you that impression?”
“You’re panting, and all we’ve done is talk about putting on a show. Lucky for you”—he twisted her breast—“I react the same way.”