Knowing he was still waiting for an answer, she came up with, “Empowering.”
“How so?”
“You’ve given me a way to let myself go, to surrender in the moment.” She turned toward him and saw that he was intently regarding her. “Having a safe word has given me a way to try new things.” She shrugged. “Like getting a spanking with your belt. Being cuffed to your bench. Because of that…”
“Go on.”
“I’ve never been this sexual. And the mixture of pain and pleasure? I like it.”
“I’m pleased to be part of it.”
They watched the Dom work over his sub for a while longer. Then eventually the pair moved on.
“Are you ready to try?” Nathan asked.
Bravery seemed to be a concept that lived somewhere other than within her. “I’m not sure.”
“Since my bag’s up front, I won’t be beating you. I want you to know what you might expect.” He stood and put a small amount of pressure on her leash. “Come with me.”
He led her to the Punishment Pole. Even though they’d watched the sub clean the pole, Nathan grabbed a sanitizing wipe and went over it again.
Despite her intimidation, she went up to it and pressed her body against it.
“Raise your arms. Leave them there. Consider yourself tied by my order.”
A week ago, that might have sounded ridiculous. Now she understood completely. He wanted her desire to please him to be stronger than any binding.
Nathan bent to extend the spreader bar and tapped her ankles until her feet were where he wanted them.
He hadn’t attached her, but the sensation was every bit as strong as if he had.
“You’ve come so far, Kelsey. I am so damn proud.”
She forgot they were in public and instead remembered them being alone, pressed against the wall. This was no different, she knew. They might be in a public setting that heightened her awareness, but he was still the Dom, and she was his willing sub.
With one hand still holding her leash, he stroked her upper thighs with his free hand then trailed higher, beneath her skirt.
She wanted to accept everything he offered.
He gave her a few teasing spanks. She’d been aroused for over thirty-six hours. And she realized he’d been right to deny her. Her response was immediate, and it wouldn’t take much to flame into need.
“What do you think?”
“I’m not.”
“Exactly what I’d hoped for,” he approved.
Nathan slipped his fingers inside her thong and toyed with her, bringing her to the point she had to fight off an orgasm.
Then, annoyingly, he moved his hand aside.
Frustration seeping through her, she rested her head against the cool vinyl.
“Yeah, you’re about ready. Come with me, beautiful sub.”
She moved back about a foot and waited while he wiped down the vinyl.
As promised, they went to retrieve his bag, and she was grateful for the reprieve. When they returned to the Punishment Pole where they’d observed the scene, she was much more confident and at ease than she had been.
Nathan removed her leash then asked, “Do you mind taking off your boots?”
She did so while he pulled out cuffs and attached them to rings above her head.
“I want your feet flat on the ground tonight,” he explained as he crouched to wrap a set of soft, Velcro cuffs around her ankles. “You’re free to use your safe words. And I want you to get everything possible that you can out of this experience.”
Goosebumps rose on her arms, and the air conditioning felt extra cold.
“Come here, Kelsey.”
Grabbing a burst of confidence, she went to the pole.
He secured her ankles to the spreader bar that he’d already adjusted. “Now reach up your hands.”
Nathan stood and tugged her into place then tightened the cuffs one more notch. “Let me know if your shoulders or arms feel numb.”
She was stretched almost uncomfortably far, which meant her motions were restricted. There wouldn’t be any escaping his lash.
“Do you need anything? A blindfold? Gag? Your nipple clamps?”
The thought of the distraction they would provide made her warm a little. “I thought my nipples couldn’t be exposed.”
“I can put them on under your top.”
“Then yes.”
He moved in front of her and reached inside her clothing to tease her nipples until they beaded. Then he clamped each, a little closer to the tip than she ever had. “That freaking hurts, Sir.”
“Give it a couple of minutes,” he encouraged. “Once we get going, you’ll be glad. Otherwise, you wouldn’t feel them.”
“I’m not sure I believe you.”
She turned her head to look when he reached inside the bag again. Her eyes widened when she saw him pull out clothespins. “What are they for?”
“Your toes.”
In reaction, she arched her feet, but he’d fastened her so tightly it was difficult to get away.
“Uncurl them immediately.”
“I’m scared to.”
He raised his eyebrows.
“Do I have to?” She squeezed her eyes closed while she followed his order.
He placed the first one. It didn’t hurt as bad as she’d feared, and her confidence rose to heroic proportions. Then he placed another on her other foot.
She rocked her ankles as much as she was able, but the pins wouldn’t dislodge.
“Are they painful?”
“No.” That wasn’t the right word. “It’s more annoying than anything.”
As he grabbed his flogger, she noticed that the clothespins were becoming uncomfortable and the nipple clamps were starting to bite. Then she became aware that her brain was receiving so much sensory information she couldn’t pick out which thing hurt the worst.
“Go with it,” he suggested. “If you struggle, it will seem magnified.”
She gritted her teeth and rested against the pole.
He skimmed his fingers up her legs and she instantly relaxed. But the funniest thing was that she was unconcerned whether anyone was watching or not. This was about her and Nathan. Self-consciousness vanished.
He tucked her hem into her waistband and rubbed her buttocks. She let the pole take even more of her weight.
“Yes,” he said.
As he had done before, he pressed his body against hers. The position was familiar and reassuring, and the weight of him made her feel more secure. But it wasn’t just that. His spicy, masculine scene and the dominant way he handled her allowed her to give herself over.
She felt his erection against her. The knowledge he wanted her as badly as she craved him equaled the power balance.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you, sub?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Tell me.” He spoke directly into her ear.
No one but her would ever hear him. He was masterful at that, creating a cocoon where she was free to be who she wanted.
“Tell me, Kelsey,” he repeated.
“You’re going to flog me, Sir.”
“Are you going to like it?”
“Yes.”
He pulled back far enough to warm her up with gentle spanks, then harsh rubs.
Near her, she saw a woman being led to the St. Andrew’s cross. And she heard a gasp as a man was hoisted from the ground.
The volume of the music increased and the wall in front of her was a swirling, soothing pink. Deviation provided an erogenous feast that seeped through her.
Nathan began flogging her.
With a soft mewl, she exhaled.
The leather felt like soft caresses on her buttocks, between her thighs. Because of the outfit, some of the hits licked her skin, others fell mostly unnoticed on the leather halter top.
She was aware of pressure from the clamps and the clothespins and the way he stroked her right forearm. Pain and pleasure merg
ed to become the same sensation.
“You’re doing well.”
Suddenly he increased the ferocity of the flogging. The strands were no longer gentle, but hard and biting, slicing into her bare skin.
She was aroused and drenched, desperate for the orgasm he’d denied her for so long.
Her body swayed in response to the flogger, and she ground her pelvis against the now-slick vinyl.
“You’ve earned it,” he said softly to her.
He stuck her more often, harder, driving her. She gyrated shamelessly. He continued flicking his wrists, making the strands lick her flesh, and he moved so that he could pull on her clamps.
She screamed as she came, the orgasm lighting her up.
He continued the beating and the pressure on her clamps until she’d completely ridden it out.
She thought he might release her, and she blinked in shock when he kept going with gentle strokes.
But with what she’d already endured, this wasn’t enough. “I want more.”
“You’re amazing, sub.” There was pride and approval in his voice.
He gave it to her, cutting back and forth across her body.
The clamps swayed, aggravating her nipples.
He landed half a dozen stripes on her lower legs, and she tried to curl her toes. Stunning pain overwhelmed her. She wanted to protest, but an image of the restrained sub floated through her mind. The man had been serene.
After a breath, she closed her eyes and embraced the flogger.
Her body warmed and tension drained from her. At some point, she became aware of the symphony of the sensations, each unique. On their own they’d be discordant, but together, they helped her to detach from everything.
It was as if she were somewhere warm, floating, her face turned to the sun.
Blissed out.
Her body went slack.
Nothing existed. It was as if she were simultaneously disconnected yet more connected than she’d ever been.
“Kelsey?”
Nathan was stroking the side of her neck and he kissed her forehead.
He plucked off the clothespins from her toes and removed the nipple clamps. She gave a sleepy wince and was aware that it should have hurt more than it did.
“I’ve got you.”
With deft motions, he released her from the spreader bar before unfastening her wrists. He slowly lowered her arms, rubbing her the entire time.
Then he scooped her up and carried her back to the bench. He sat with her in his lap, and she curled against him, half dozing.
“You were even more magnificent than I could have imagined,” he said.
When she finally pushed away from him, she yawned a little.
“I’ll be with you in a second,” he told her.
Nathan jostled her off his lap and onto the bench then removed the cuffs from her ankles.
He paused for a moment to place his palm alongside her face. Unhesitatingly she turned toward him. The fact he was capable of such profound gentleness astounded her.
As she watched him repack his bag and wipe down the pole, she began to feel more like herself, but chilled, aware that her nipples ached and her toes felt cramped. “I think the sub’s supposed to do the cleaning,” she said when he returned to her.
“If I’ve left you with enough energy to clean the pole, I haven’t done my job. Let’s get some energy into you.”
Cupping her arm, he guided her toward the bar. He selected a private corner where they could sit next to each other.
Keeping his arm around her, he ordered her a soft drink and requested a bottle of water for himself.
She was quiet for a while, taking in the ambience, the flickering candle on the table and the pulsing music. The women in the cages were wearing different outfits now, resembling go-go girls of the 1960s. The walls were psychedelic colors, appearing as if they’d been tie-dyed.
The waitress returned with their beverages and left them almost immediately.
“How was it for you?”
“Astounding. Nothing like I expected.” She stirred her straw in her drink. “I’m not sure I can put it into words, really.”
“The orgasm?”
She glanced at him. “You were right.”
“Tell me again.”
“It was worth the wait.”
“Well, I’m about done waiting.”
He went to claim their jackets and have the valet bring the car around. Kelsey was taking the last sip of her beverage when he returned.
“You meant it,” she said.
“Yeah. I did.”
Within minutes they were in his car, and he surprised her by stopping at a local hotel. “What are you doing?”
“Fucking you senseless,” he said.
She laughed. “We could go home.”
“We could,” he agreed. “But we’re not.”
He got them a room, grabbed the bag and hustled her into the elevator.
Not shocking her, he had up against the back of the elevator, her arms above her head and his hand in her panties the moment the door closed.
Even though they’d scened and she’d had an orgasm, she was hot and ready.
The bell dinged, and he stepped away as the door opened.
The moment they carded into the room, she tore at his clothes, and he yanked open the laces on the front of her top.
“Leave your boots on,” he told her.
“That’s unusual.”
“I have a sudden fetish for them.”
He finished undressing then fumbled with a condom and dropped it on the floor before managing to get it open.
She sat on the edge of the bed and rolled it down him, squeezing and pumping his cock.
“Enough.”
He pinned her arms behind her then laid her back, trapped.
Kelsey opened her legs without being told.
He entered her, fucking her hard. Every bit as desperate for him, she returned with thrusts of her own.
“I’m going to take you up the ass.”
Her mouth dried.
“You’re ready.”
“I’m not as certain.”
His cock hard and jutting, he helped her to stand then bend over the bed face down.
“I hate this part,” she protested, tightening her ass cheeks.
He gave her two hard spanks, and while she was busy squealing, he grasped the base of the plug and pulled it out.
She groaned, relieved to have it out.
“Stay where you are,” he told her. “Be right back.”
Nathan went into the bathroom, and she heard water running. She was alone long enough for nerves to cool her passion.
The moment he returned, he lubed up his cock then fisted her hair, pulling her head back. “Ask me to do it.”
His command, his touch, the way his cock probed her already-tormented ass brought all the intensity back in an instant. “Yes.” Her words sounded more encouraging than she actually felt. “Do it.”
She soon learned she hadn’t needed to be apprehensive at all.
Nathan proved exactly how much he knew her by pressing his thumb against her clit and making slow circles as he worked his massive dick into her ass.
“I can’t…”
He slid out, brought her to a heightened pitch of excitement before easing forward again. “You can. You’ve already taken most of me. The plug was difficult at this point a few days ago.”
She gripped the comforter.
He spread her ass cheeks farther apart before playing with her pussy some more. Feeling as if he were breaking her in two, she said, “Fill me.”
“Bear down,” he coached before thrusting all the way in.
She didn’t get the relief she’d hoped for. A plug narrowed near the base, but he was thick, turgid.
After giving her a moment to accommodate him, he began to move.
It was as if shards of reality shattered.
He slid an arm beneath her ribs and lifted her torso from the
mattress, allowing him even deeper penetration. She yelped.
She was aware of him bending his knees and thrusting up.
“I’m going to come,” he warned with a grunt.
That he was so affected thrilled her. She wanted him to need this as much as she did.
Kelsey squeezed her eyes as he pounded her, filled her.
Being in a hotel room made it even dirtier.
She wanted this. “Come in me, Sir,” she demanded.
He managed to grab one of her nipples and squeeze it hard. An orgasm ripped through her, and she involuntarily tightened all her pelvic muscles.
“Oh fuck, yes,” he said, his fingers bruising her.
He spurted in her. She felt his pulsing ejaculation more keenly than she ever had when he was in her pussy.
She loved it.
He gripped her as he pumped into her then he dropped his forehead onto her shoulder.
Nathan continued to hold on to her for a long time before going into the bathroom. When he returned, he cleaned her up with a washcloth before climbing into bed and pulling her against him.
“You’ve got the hottest ass in Texas,” he said.
“I do,” she agreed. “From the flogging, the plug and the fucking, there’s no doubt.”
He ran his spread fingers into her hair and turned her to face him. “Tomorrow, we need to have a discussion.”
She went cold. “Sir?” What the hell was he saying? He didn’t want to see her again? He wanted more? The negative, unwanted images roared in her head, making her thoughts tumble. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
“It can wait. Tonight, I’m going to make love to you.”
“You can’t possibly be ready to have sex again,” she protested.
In seconds, he had her beneath him. “I beg to differ.”
Chapter Sixteen
Kelsey was weak for him. Rather than thrilling her, the idea scared the hell out of her.
They’d spent the night at the hotel and this morning, she felt as if she were struggling to keep the inevitable reality away for as long as possible.
“Breakfast?” he asked, coming out of the bathroom smelling like soap and looking like sin.
“Not dressed like this,” she said, straightening from having put her boots on.
“We can drive through a Starbucks. Mocha and a scone?”
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