by Angel Steel
Nodding, she couldn’t respond to him in words. She could not comprehend the thought of why being whipped turned her on. When the next crack came from the whip, she let out a moan. The woman arched her back from the cross, moaning her self. The thought of her tied to that exact cross and the whip connecting to her skin, made her squirm against Joey. Pulling her closer into him, he moved his hands down the side of her body, as one of them slid over her hip and held her there.
The guy holding the whip moved to the other side and did the same thing several times more. She moved as close as she could get, wanting to glimpse who was holding the whip, and see the woman’s reactions close up. The guy moved closer to the woman and whispered something into her ear, causing her to moan at his words and shake her head.
Stepping back, he pulled out something thick and long, that looked like a plug, and slid it between the woman’s legs.
Her own pussy gripped automatically, wishing it was inside of her. She now had a side view of the guy, and damn was he fine. She still could not see his face but the front of him was perfection. A light amount of dark hair covering the top half of his chest, and his 6-pack was sexy as sin. She wanted to run her tongue over each defined muscle. And she thought the small trail of hair that leads into the top of his pants was the sexiest thing on a male. She could see the bulge under his pants, and she wanted to find out exactly what was under there, herself. Joey’s mouth latched onto her ear, sending a tingling sensation through her body.
“You should try it next, Chantal. You would look so sexy strapped to that cross with the whip cracking on your body. Just that thought alone, I want come,” he groaned.
Leaning more into him, her thong was saturated at his words as well as what was happening right in front of her. As the woman screamed out her orgasm, she squeezed her legs together as her clit pulsed, wanting the same release.
Several minutes later, another man arrived on stage, helping the woman out of the restraints and carrying her off the stage. They disappeared through a side door. A woman walked up then as the guy holding the whip moved to the side and took a sip of his drink.
“Ladies and gentleman. Welcome again to Inquisition. The place where all your fantasies come true. We have everything you could possibly think of here tonight, and more in our VIP rooms. Please, look around and if anything catches your eye, don’t be afraid to approach. No one here bites, unless you’re into that.” She laughed.
“This is not for everyone, but I will say, it is very pleasing. The thrill that runs through your body as that whip touches it, is extraordinary. It will change your life,” she said as she looked at everyone. “Is there anyone that would like to give it a go?”
Joey pushed her forward. Her legs were moving on their own accord, they wanted up there as much as the rest of her body, but her brain had not quite up yet.
As she approached, the Lady greeted, “My name is Mistress Rose, your name?”
“Chantal,” she whispered.
“Lovely name, Chantal.” She smiled. “You will need to pick a safe word before you are strapped onto the cross.”
“What do you mean?” She frowned. Why did she need a safe word! What was going to happen?
“Have you ever done anything like this before? Do you know what kind of club this is?” Mistress Rose asked her.
Looking around the room again, she noticed different things happening at once. Several couples were in engaged in various sexual acts. A woman was riding her partner in a booth; another was kneeling between a man’s legs, obviously giving him a blow job. The table beside that one had a woman laying on top with two men sucking on her nipples as another was between her legs. Blushing, she turned back the woman standing in front of her.
“No. I haven’t done anything like this before. Is this some kind of swinger’s sex club?” she asked.
“This, dear, is no sex club. It is a BDSM club. Since you have never done anything of this kind before, I will inform the Dom that you are new to this. Now, the safe word is for you. It is for you to say when it gets too far for you to handle, or the pain is too much.”
She glanced back at Joey as he grinned at her. Shyly smiling, she turned back around. “Ok. Ummm, I will use lilies as my safe word.”
“Perfect. I’ll introduce you to the Dom that will be taking it from here, and let him know of your safe word.” Nodding, she followed her over to the guy. His back was facing her, as Rose stood to the side of him.
“Sir, this is you next customer. May I introduce you to Chantal? This is her first time here.”
The guy spun around quickly at her name being mentioned, and she gasped at whom the guy was holding the whip. “Chantal.”
Holy shit! Dominic was the one whipping the woman before, and now it’s going to be me! She felt sick in her stomach. The taste of vomit was in her mouth. Shaking her head, she ran off of the stage towards where she hoped the bathroom was. “Chantal.” Dom called again.
He was a Dom. A Dominate in a club. He whipped people for pleasure. How did she miss that? She pushed her way through the crowd as she made her way into the bathroom and slammed the door closed. How was she going to get out of here? Better yet, how could she let anyone, let alone him, whip her? It turned her on so bloody bad seeing it happen on that stage, but now the thought of it actually happening to her, made her sick. What was wrong with him, doing that to someone?
Holding her hand over her mouth as she moved quickly into the cubicle, she leaned over the toilet bowl as she emptied her stomach into it. Sitting back slightly, she wondered how the hell was she going to deal with this all now?
She needed to get out of here, and away from Dominic. She could not look him in his face when she saw him. Knowing that she wanted him to do that exact same thing to her, but she wasn’t going to allow it. How could someone get off on that? Shaking her head, she decided she would stay in here for a bit, regain control of herself before she went out there looking for Joey to take her home and away from this place.
Chapter 23
As Dom stood on the stage, ready for the first Sub to arrive, he could not think of anything other than having Chantal tied to the St. Andrew’s cross, waiting for him. His hand twitched at the thought of her body, anticipating the taste of his whip. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he glanced around the room, watching as it filled up very quickly. When they opened to the public for these parties, it brought out all kinds of people trying to get into the club.
They all had to be careful about who walked through that front door. Andy, Doug and Les manned the entrance, and he and several of the other Doms would help out if it came down to it. The women that walked through the door were easy to deal with, especially if you were a Dom doing the talking. The Mistress would usually handle the small percentage that did not like to be spoken to by a Dom, and if that still didn’t work, they were just escorted out by the bouncers.
The men were completely different. They entered the place thinking they were the top shit, though none of them were real Doms, just wannabes. He didn’t like it one bit, when they would waltz in there and do whatever they wanted. They were dealt with pretty quickly, since the club did not want anything to happen to the subs under their care.
He hated how most men treated their subs. He had to hold his tongue sometimes as to the way they did. You should never come between a Dom and his sub unless it was completely and utterly necessary. The last Dom he “dealt” with was Andrew, arrogant prick that he was. Dom never liked him, from the beginning there was just something about him that ticked him off. He could never put his finger on it, until one day when he had walked in on him and his sub, in one of the back rooms. Finding them in a compromising position, he turned around to leave but pulled up short when he heard what Andrew had done. Dom reacted instantly, no questions. He disliked anyone hitting their subs, and that was exactly what had happened.
Shaking the images out of his head, he walked over to the cross as everyone was starting to surround the stages. Loosening his
shoulders, he watched as Rose approached the first stage. There was a list of people that were first up on each of the stages. After that, anyone on the floor was allowed.
Although this was a party, everyone that entered had to sign an agreement that sated, male or female; they had to respect the rules that were in place. Anyone that you spoke to had to be addressed appropriately, whether it was a Dom, sub or Mistress/ Domme. It was respect for that person as this was no job to them. It was their lifestyle. It came naturally to them. They felt safe here, not worried about being treated different, as they would be in any other place.
As the lights dimmed, the crowds circled each stage, ready for the night to begin. Rose nodded his way as he moved to the edge of the stage and lifted his hand out for the first sub in line.
She was a pretty thing, innocent looking, but he knew what was inside of her, just waiting to be let out. Her Dom stood beside her and slapped her on the ass as she stepped up. Each sub had a collar on, and on each one of them was something special. A certain symbol indicated whether the Doms shared their subs with others, another meant they only shared with the same sex as the sub, and the last, which was extremely important, meant that they belonged to their Dom, and no other.
Not knowing her name, he walked her over to the cross and attached the leather cuffs first to her wrists, and then next to her ankles. Leaning in behind her, he asked, “What’s your safe word?”
“Ice, Sir,” she whispered. He stood back, glanced over once to her Dom, and after receiving a nod from him, he removed the whip from his side. Flicking it out once, letting her know he was ready, he lifted it and watched as it connected to her flesh. She let out a gasp. Never hitting in the same spot, he moved to the left and did the same on her shoulder. He did this several times, until her moans and gasps filled the stage, but every time the whip landed of her flesh, he pictured Chantal. The way her head would fall back on her shoulders from the sting of the whip. The sweetest sounds that she would moan from the pain/pleasure. His cock was throbbing at the thought of her. Glancing over his shoulder towards Rose, who nodded once, he turned back.
Walking up behind the girl, he pulled out a vibrating plug. “Do you want to use your safe word?” he asked her.
Shaking her head, she breathed out, “No Sir.”
Nodding, he placed pressure on her shoulder as she lent forwards further and rubbed the plug over her soaked pussy. When she tried raising her hips up, he pulled on her hair. “Don’t,” he growled. He was barely holding onto his control. Breathing slowly through his nose, his positioned the plug and pushed it inside of her. Standing back, he toyed with the remote in his pocket, sending the vibration to its highest.
Watching as her body hummed with the sensation of it, he waited a short time before he lifted the whip once more and cracked it against her ass, smiling when she screamed and thrashed against the restrains as her orgasm hit.
He stepped back, breathing heavy himself, as her Dom came up, released her bonds, and carried her towards the back to one of the private rooms. After-care for a sub was important; someone needed to be there for them when they came down from the high.
Taking a sip of his drink and wiping himself down, he knew he needed the next customer to go quickly so he could go and fulfill his needs with one of his temporary subs. He could hear Rose with the next customer. Taking several breathes to control himself; he waited until she came to him. As Rose stood to the side of him, he could feel the presence of someone just behind him.
“Sir, this is you next customer. May I introduce you to Chantal? This is her first time here.”
No way on this earth that she would be here! His cock thickened further knowing full well that it was her. He spun around quickly at her name being mentioned, and heard her gasp. “Chantal.”
Damn, what was she doing here? How did she get in? He watched her face pale as she realised who he was. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way! She was going to run. She did that exact thing as she fled the stage towards the bathroom. “Chantal,” he called after her again.
She moved quickly through the crowd, pushing people left and right. Who was she there with? Looking around the room, his eyes landed on Joey. Damn it! Stomping to the edge of the stage, he jumped off and walked towards him. Everyone moved out of his way; the energy coming off him was, ‘don’t mess with me.’
Joey raised his hands as he approached. “Dom, take it easy, bro.”
Slamming him against the wall, he growled, “What the fuck is she doing here?”
“I brought her. The extra ticket you gave me, Chantal used,” Joey replied.
Pushing him further into the wall, he urged, “You need to get her out of here, Joey. It’s not safe for someone like her.” Releasing Joey’s shirt, he stepped back.
Joey tucked his shirt back into his pants. “Dom, you should of heard her when you whipped that girl. She was so turned on, she wanted up on that cross.”
Dom shook his head, not believing it. She would not want that, would she? Glancing towards where the bathroom was, he wondered if she would really want that from him? Or was he reading into it too much? Maybe he had to make it clear to her, who he was. And now was the perfect time to do just that.
He nodded towards Joey. “If she wants to be here, she is going to see the real me. Whether she likes it or not. You can either stay or go, but she will be going home with me tonight. You can be a part of it, but do not get in my way, understood?”
“Understand, completely.”
Rolling his shoulders, he walked off towards the bathroom. Tonight, she was going to see the real him, all of him. He could not hold back or hide it anymore. She had seen him up on that stage, and now he needed to explain it to her. In addition, he wanted to know why she was still here and not running out of the club, away from him.
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After fifteen minutes of sitting on the toilet seat, she needed to go back out there and find Joey. She could do this. Standing at the sink, she washed her hands and rinsed her mouth out. Breathing in deeply and letting it out, she moved towards the door. How did she not know Dom was into this? It should have been easy for her, after seeing him in his own room, with that girl. Even then, Chantal thought of herself being on that bed with Dom behind her doing those exact things to her, and it turned her on so bad she was ready to strip naked. It had surprised her to the core, seeing that from him, in that position, whipping that girl. However, she wanted the same thing on that cross on the front stage. It still shocked her that Dom was in the club right then, doing that to whoever got up on the stage. Shivering at the thought, she fixed her clothing, opened the door, and walked out.
She pulled up short, as to how full the room had gotten. Was it this packed when I walked off? Shaking her head, she started pushing through the crowds of people surrounding her. As she got closer to where she last saw Joey, someone grabbed her from around her waist, pulling her into a hard chest. Stiffening, she tried to move away but couldn’t, due to the person's strong hold on her.
“Well, hello again.” The voice behind her creeped her out, big time. Although she heard his voice, she had no clue as to who it was. She hadn’t met anyone here. He pushed his body into hers, as he leaned down to her ear. “Forgot me already, I see.”
Slightly frightened, she looked around for Joey, but found Dom standing near the bathroom, with a frown on his face. What is going on? Why is he looking at me like that? Shaking his head at her, he walked off towards the stage. Oh, crap. Please, don’t leave me, Dom. I don’t know anyone here.
Now she was scared and not much scared her, but this sure did. Being in a full club, with bodies everywhere, and not knowing where Joey was. Dom left her there with whoever the guy was behind her. Does he know who is behind me? Or did that look mean something else? She could never keep up with Dom and his bloody looks and moods. She caught Joey standing close to the main stage. Thinking of something to dislodge her from this random guy, she pushed herself back into him, and moved her body against hi
s.
“Well, that is what I like to see,” he said.
She needed to get away from him. She wasn’t here with him. His arm slid around her body, settling under her breasts and pulling her further into him. She felt sick to her stomach but swallowed back the vomit as the guy’s hands moved down her body, but his grip loosened. That was her chance to move. Pulling herself away from him, she spun around and faced him. It was that wanker of a guy from outside of the club, grinning back at her. She moved to the side, further away from him. There was just something creepy about him that she did not like.
He took a step towards her, but she moved back. “Darling, we can play this game all night, but you will be mine, at some point.”
Like hell, I will! Glancing back to the stage, Joey caught her eye, and then recognized who was in front of her. Frowning, he pushed his way towards her. At least she knew he would come to her rescue. Things were going to be said to Dom. How could he leave her with this dickhead?
Wrapping his arm around her, he pulled her close into him, breathing a sigh of relief. “You alright, babe?” he asked.
“Can we go over there somewhere, please?”
Nodding, he pulled her with him, away from the weirdo. As they walked across the room, she spotted Dom at the cross with a different girl. The cross was in a different position than before. As they approached, he ripped her clothing off, completely. Gasping at what happened, Chantal watched as he stood in front of the girl, but looked straight into her eyes. The look he gave her thrilled her and scared her at the same time. Something was going to happen, and by the looks of it, she wasn’t going to like what she was about to witness.
Dom unbuckled his pants while still staring at her. She could see all of him as he pulled out his hard cock, and she tightened her thighs in response. Still, he never once took his eyes off of her.