A flash of pleasure ignites my blood as Natasha pinches my nipples. The pain resonates throughout my body, sending lightning strikes to my sex and my now highly needy clit.
“Oh yes, Princess. I told her how much you like your nipples being played with. She’s going to torture you with pleasure as I feel how slick you get—how wet your little pussy gets while someone else plays with you. Don’t even try to deny you are aroused by her…” He slams his finger deep inside of me, bringing a deep moan of pleasure from me. “I can feel how your body likes this. Likes me being in charge. Now, don’t come.”
My moan turns into a whine as I bite down on my lip at his order.
Luc’s fingers take their own sweet time exploring me. He’s in no rush to build my climax, but my body is in disagreement. The steady flick and pull on my nipples through the dress is turning my arousal to frustration. I flex my back and arch the small way I can into her touch.
“Well, well. What do you want, Jess? You’ll have to ask for it.” Luc growls into my ear.
“My nipples. No material.” I pant, glad the blindfold is covering my eyes and concealing my embarrassment at the request. Luc’s lips kiss my throat, and his teeth scrape my skin. “Good girl.”
The halter is lowered, and I feel the softest of touches ghost over my skin. Her hands don’t even make contact with my flesh, and yet it has my nerves begging for more.
“P... please.” I stammer.
My body squirms under the joint attack and all I want to do is let the beautiful build of my orgasm take over. I want to give myself to Luc for taking me beyond anything I’d ever thought I’d be comfortable with.
Natasha isn’t to be rushed, and I don’t feel her fingers on me for several minutes. Luc doesn’t let up, though. Finally, I’m granted some relief as Natasha runs the palm of her hand over my nipple. It tickles and tantalises, but I want it harder. As I try to push my body into her touch, I hear the squeak of leather as my wrists bite into the cuffs.
“What did I say? You need to ask for it. Beg me for what you want. Tell me how you react to Natasha touching your gorgeous breasts. Tell me what you need me to do to your body with my hands. This is what I want.” He punishes me with his thrusts, shoving two fingers deep inside of me as he commands me. It works. He lights up my body like a thousand candles suddenly burning all at once. A wave of heat crests through my body.
“I want it hard, like you. I want to feel…” A wet heat encompasses my right nipple as the other is squeezed and fondled and my cries of pleasure echo in my ears. Her lips pull and pluck at me. The graze of teeth is a delicious treat that has me panting.
“She likes that. I can feel her pussy clench around my finger. Do you like being mine? Do you like being here for anyone to watch you get off at my command?”
“Yes…”
“Do you want me to finger fuck you until you come?”
“Yes, oh god, please…”
His fingers start building a tempo which brings my climax faster. Natasha works my breasts in turn. Each nipple abused in the most delightful way.
I’m utterly helpless to stop what’s happening to me, yet I can’t wait for it to happen. My muscles curl in the build-up, getting ready to fire as my climb to orgasm mounts. I can hear Luc’s deep and laboured breath at my ear. His teeth bite at my ear and his lips cover my own with open, passionate kisses that resonate in my soul.
“Now her.”
Natasha’s lips take over, stealing her own kisses. Her mouth is soft but sure, her lips gentle and tender in a way that Luc could never be. I moan into her mouth, and Luc rewards me by rubbing my clit hard and fast.
“Come, Princess. Kiss her and come for me as I pump your pretty pussy.”
My tongue licks frantically against Natasha as my climax rips through my body, taking every ounce of energy left in me. Our lips slow, and she slides them from my mouth, placing kisses down the column of my throat to my chest.
Luc’s arm reaches around and holds me as my body slumps in my bonds. I feel drained and relaxed. I’m a mass of softness. “Wakey wakey, Jess,” Luc’s voice grumbles in my ear.
“Umm hmm.”
“That will do.” He swirls his finger through my dripping folds making me tense as the friction sparks my desire. “You didn’t think I’d finished with you yet did you?” My pulse fires up.
Natasha’s hands are back at my ankles and then Luc is moving me, turning me around. I feel dizzy and disorientated as cool wood presses against my chest. My ankles don’t stay free for long, and I’m in the reverse position. The arms of the cross press into my shoulders as I lean my weight against it.
Luc’s hands still haven’t left my body, maintaining the connection between us. He peels off the blindfold so I can see his face. He’s standing in front of me on the other side of the cross. He kisses me, wiping away the lipstick I imagine Natasha left.
“I want you to tell me how much you enjoyed that. Pick a number between one and ten.” My mouth opens and closes, not sure what I should say. It was easier than I expected once I knew it was Natasha. “Seven… I think.” I answer.
“And do you trust me?”
“Yes, yes you know that.”
“Okay then. I told you I wasn’t going to take my hands off of you. But I want to see your arse red and hot. Keep watching me. You’re going to get seven strokes with the flogger.” His face splits into a satisfied, sexy smile and my eyes widen in response.
My heart hammers in my chest as if it’s trying to knock on the wooded cross in protest.
“Where are you, Princess? Green, yellow, red?”
“Yellow.” I don’t hesitate.
His hand moves to my chin again, holding me close. He kisses me softly, nibbling at my lips and lapping his tongue against mine. Like a balm, his presence calms my fleeing heart.
“She’ll be gentle, at first, and take it slow. Say red and we’ll stop. But this is about your submission to me. How I choose for you to submit is my decision. Now, eyes on me. I want to see when you let go and I want to see in your eyes when you give in.”
I see him nod over my shoulder, and I tense all over in expectation of pain rather than pleasure. The first hit is a dull thud across my bum. My dress barely covers my arse cheeks and so the sting isn’t what I was expecting. Another hit is delivered a few moments later, and I force my eyes to lock onto Luc. This is for him. For us.
By the third strike, my skin is hot and tingling from the strands of the flogger but in an intimate, erotic way. My body feels sexy, naughty even, at what I’m allowing to happen to me. All for the man who is radiating satisfaction at me. The man I love.
He hasn’t let go of my chin, making sure I couldn’t break our connection even if I wanted to. He’s leaving no room to question who is in charge, despite Natasha holding the flogger.
As she continues, my body heats. Those candles are being lit up inside me again. The inside of my thighs are slick with my desire, and the faint burn of my climax is ready to be set loose. I’ve lost count of where we are. I’ve lost focus on everything other than the passion in Luc’s eyes and the yearning to please him overriding my body.
“Fuck, I want you. I want to pound into you and have you screaming my name. I want to pick up the flogger and continue until you’re so far gone you’d accept anything from me. You're beautiful in your submission, Jess.”
He presses his body up against mine and his arm snakes around me and squeezes my bum. I cry out as pain mixes with pleasure. “There you go. Do you feel it? Feel what it means to be mine?”
“Yes.” The delicious feeling soars through me, filling me up and making me whole. He pushes his hand between my legs and up the inside of my thighs.
“God, you’re dripping. You’re so wet I could fuck you against the cross right now. I fucking love you’re this turned on.” His fingers run along my slit, releasing another wave of frustration before he removes them.
“Open. Taste yourself.”
I do as I’m bid and he
slides his finger along my tongue. The salty tang has my mouth watering, and I close my lips around his finger, sucking in long pulls. He pops his fingers from my mouth before kissing me with a ferocity that betrays how much this seduction has turned him on. His tongue licks at mine taking the remaining taste of my essence with it.
“God, I want you crazy with need for me. I want you so hot, you’ll fuck me but one orgasm won’t be enough. You’ll come, you’ll squeeze my dick and ride me hard, but you’ll need me to tie you up, dominate you and do whatever I choose.”
“Luc, god… touch me…” The throbbing between my legs was growing painful. I needed Luc to make me come more than I wanted my next breath. “Please!” I was begging.
“Fuck, yes.” He roars and his fingers push back inside of me, hitting that magic spot that sends my legs into meltdown and my climax spiralling through every inch of me.
My mind checks out for a few moments. My head rests to the side, leaning against the wood that still holds me captive. My body feels exhausted. And light. And sleepy. It’s a wonderful feeling I want to capture and bottle for the days when I want to hit something or someone.
My arms are suddenly released. They drop to the side and then Luc sweeps me up against his chest. I curl into him, snuggling against the wall of muscle. He takes us off to the side and sits us down, keeping a firm grip on me.
“How are you doing, Princess?”
“Reeaallly good.” I smile into his chest.
He holds me close to him, playing with my messy hair and stroking my arms. I’m vaguely aware my breasts are covered by the halter neck and wonder when he or Natasha did that.
We stay cuddled up for a long while. Time eases past us, and all I care about is being wrapped in Luc.
“I don’t want to leave you this weekend. I’m so fucking proud of you.” Luc’s words are filled with emotion.
“Hmm, thank you.” My mind takes a minute to catch up. “But I can’t this weekend.” I’m still smiling against him but feel the tense of his body at my words.
“Why not?”
“Family. I need to see my parents about something tomorrow. It’s important.”
“What’s so important?”
“My mum and brother are fighting,” I all but huff out. “James has been offered a job in Australia and Mum is going mad over him leaving. I’m supposed to be there for some intervention. She still thinks she can change James’ mind. I’m pretty sure there will be arguments.” As I give Luc the edited forecast of the family dinner, my mind comes around from my heady, happy state.
“I can come and help. I’ll mediate.”
“No! No… that won’t work.” As I mutter the words, they banish the loving and caring side to Luc that he’s just shown. “No, please don’t get the wrong idea.”
“What idea would that be then?”
Icy chills cover my skin at his words.
“That I’m making excuses. I’m not. Not this time. I don’t want you meeting my family like this.” I feel panicked and try and pull myself from his lap so I can see him properly.
“So you admit you’ve been keeping me away.”
“You know I have, but not recently. I don’t want to keep you away.”
“So what’s the problem? Don’t prove me right, Princess.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’ve been waiting for you to change, but it’s been the same all along for you. You only want the good bits and none of the hard work or risk that go into an actual relationship. It’s like you have a force-field around you, keeping everyone at the distance that’s safe for you.”
“That’s not fair. I have been trying!”
“Barely. It’s not enough for me anymore. I’ll give you space, but then you’ll have to decide. We move forward together or we won’t work at all.” I expect him to let me go, but he pulls me in closer to him and holds me still. Tension still rules his body. It’s hard and unyielding against me.
Time passes us, marked by the steady beat of his heart and the erratic pulse of mine. I’m afraid to open my mouth and say anything further. I know it’s coming. I know he’s going to leave me. I’m just waiting for it to happen.
“I’ll have Natasha look after you, Princess. Remember, your choice.” He thunders off, aggression hanging over him like a black cloud.
I slump back down on the sofa and pull a blanket off the side to wrap around my chilled body. It offers little warmth and is a poor substitute for Luc. My heart, so full to bursting a few moments ago now feels like it’s been sliced open and is now bleeding into my chest. Pain—that all too familiar feeling—emanates through my veins, turning my blood cold, and my feelings numb. I seemed free of it for such a short time.
“Don’t expect him to come running back. He never stays with the same girl for long.”
I lift my head to see a short, but curvy blond dressed in little more than a corset and skimpy knickers. She looks too pleased with herself for my liking, and it grates on my every nerve.
“Excuse me, but that’s none of your business.”
“Didn’t look like that to me. He might have fooled you for a while, but he’s never played with a sub seriously since Georgie. It looks like you’re like all the others.”
“Georgie? Who’s that?” My mind drags up the images of walking in on Pete with another woman. Only it’s not Pete’s face I see, but Luc’s.
“His fiancée. Well, she was.”
“Fiancée?” my voice cracks under the word.
“Oh, didn’t he tell you?” Little miss blonde gives me the fake sympathy I’d expect from a teenager, not a grown woman. She doesn’t say anymore and sidles off back into a busy part of the club.
My mind races, trying to figure out if she was winding me up or if there was any truth to what she said. Could Luc have had a fiancée and not told me? My own secret invades my mind, and I realise I have no right to throw judgement at Luc when I can’t tell him about my past. It doesn’t mean the pain hurts any less.
Everything I told myself—all the years of shoving my feelings away and pushing people aside was for this one reason—so I didn’t have to feel pain again. But pain is what rushes to the surface.
This was stupid. My mind was being irrational. I was over reacting because of the situation, because of what I just did for Luc. Not because of what some silly bimbo said. My eyes look up and try and find Luc in the crowd. I need him right now. I watch as Natasha cuts through towards me, and I know she’s coming for me instead of Luc.
“Just what is going on with you and Luc, Jess?” She stands in front of me and looks completely exasperated. Her hands flex beside her hips. “He looked like he was about to hit something, and not in the erotic sense. You two should be so wrapped up in each other right now that nothing could get in the way. So why am I here to make sure you’re fully recovered and get home safe?” I don’t linger on her involvement with my submission. This is too important.
“Was Luc… did Luc have a fiancée?” Natasha can’t school her reaction quick enough. It was written across her face, and it crushed me that little bit more. I couldn’t let her see that, though. She might have seen a softer side to me a little while ago, but that wasn’t who I was. I was stronger than the submissive Luc drew from me.
“Is that what you argued about? Because that doesn’t sound like Luc.”
“No, but it doesn’t matter now, does it?” I pull the blanket around me as I stand. My legs take a little while to get on board with my new plan of action. I wasn’t going to wait around to be made a fool of.
“If you’re going to act like a child, then be my guest, but understand this. Georgie died five years ago. Luc has done his grieving and has moved on. Whatever it is that had him walking away wasn’t about her and despite what happened between us tonight, I’m perfectly happy with giving you a piece of my mind.”
“Really? Why does that not surprise me, Natasha?” I sass her. Who does she think she is?
“We’ve got p
lenty of bratty subs in this place, Jess. It doesn’t suit you. So why don’t you quit acting like one and go and apologise to Luc? Or better yet, make up your mind about him and commit to it. It’s not hard. He’s a great guy, and he deserves better.”
“Better than me?”
“If you keep treating him badly, yes.”
“Natasha, that’s an awful thing to say.” Izzy’s soft voice breaks our headlock, and we both look around to see her looking baffled and ping-ponging her eyes between us.
“Izzy, this isn’t your fight,” I warn her, not wanting my best friend to interfere.
“I know. It’s yours, but I won’t stand for anyone talking to you like that when they don’t know the full story.” She squares her petite frame and stands next to me. I’d forgotten my best friend can be fierce in defence of her friends.
“And what would the full story be, Izzy? Jess isn’t being especially forthcoming with the truth, and I’m pretty damn sure that’s got something to do with Luc needing a timeout.”
“Luc left you?” Izzy turns and the sympathy in her eyes is almost too much. This is why I’m the strong one.
“He didn’t leave me. We had a disagreement, and he walked off. Now I’ve just about had it with people having a go, so if you don’t mind…”
“We’re not done here, Jess. You need to be honest and tell Luc what’s going on.”
“No, I think I understand everything quite clearly. I need to leave.”
“Natasha, what’s going on?” Izzy pleads.
“Jess found out about Georgie.” Natasha looks to Izzy. Surely Izzy couldn’t have known.
“Who’s Georgie?” She asks, giving my heart a small reprieve from the shocks.
“Luc’s fiancée. Who died.” I tell her. The look on Izzy’s face tells me everything. She’s as shocked as me.
I let my eyes scan the room one last time for Luc before I make a break for it. My feet are steady on the ground as my shoes are still on the ground by the cross. I can’t breathe in here anymore. It’s all too confining. I race out of the basement and up the twisting staircase with the blanket still clutched around me. I make a bee-line for the door, and it’s not until then, I realise I have no transport home.
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