by Diane Thorne
Feeling calmer, she set her glass on the napkin and pushed it forward.
“Can I buy you another drink?” Mr Tall, Dark, and Handsome asked.
“Thank you, but I’m waiting to meet someone.”
“Of course.”
Smiling, she twisted to look at the dance floor. Mark appeared, squeezing between clusters of men and women. An instant rush of excitement shot through her and her nipples pebbled. He wore tight-fitting jeans and a black T-shirt with a logo on the front. Every muscle in his body seemed on display. Damn, he was smoking hot. She snatched her pocketbook and stood.
“You’re here early,” Mark said as he greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.
“I wanted a drink. I can wait—”
“No, no.” He raked his gaze down her body. “I won’t have you sitting here as bait for the sharks. Let’s go somewhere private.”
He placed his arm around her waist and nudged her through the crowd. When the mass of bodies thickened, he took her hand and led the way. They reached the exit and he opened the door for her.
“Have I told you how hot you look in that dress?”
She bit her lip to stifle her chuckle as she paused in the hallway. “I believe you’ve told me a time or two. You asked me to wear it again, so I did.”
He walked past her and to the staircase. “Did you wear anything else?”
She descended the steps behind him. “You’ll have to find the answer yourself.”
He stopped at the door leading to the basement with the rooms and knocked. Then he looked at her with a wicked grin. “I’ll find the answer, then I’ll punish you for making my dick so hard.”
Desire zinged through her, warming her insides and adding beats to her heart. Her pussy wept at the thought of his rigid member. She wanted it driving into her and bringing her orgasm after orgasm. Yet at the same time, worry seeped into her mind. What punishment would he inflict upon her?
The door opened and a masked man appeared. Mark spoke to him in Dutch, then led her past the hooded guard.
“We’re not going upstairs?” she asked as she followed him in the quiet hallway. Her gaze lowered to his ass and she fought the urge to pinch one of his round cheeks.
“Not right now.”
He turned the corner, passed several windows and vacant rooms until he stopped in a doorframe. The black curtain hung on one side. He gestured for her to enter.
“My lady,” he said.
Gwen took a deep breath before she walked into the room. She came to a quick halt a few feet past Mark. Her eyes widened at the chains hanging from the ceiling. A tall black cabinet and a padded sawhorse lined one wall while a leather recliner sat in the corner. Flames from candles flickered on the table next to the chair. The scent of vanilla lingered, but did little to ease her rattled nerves.
“Don’t worry,” he said as he grazed his fingers along the backside of her arm, giving her a chill. “I won’t be too hard on you.”
“I hope the only thing hard is the object in your pants. Otherwise, I’m not sure I can handle this.”
“Nervous?”
“Yes. I don’t like pain.”
He took her purse from her hand, then tossed it towards the recliner. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He took her hand and stepped back, bringing her with him.
“I believe you.” Her gaze went up to the cuffs dangling from the ceiling. “But I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Choose a safe word. If something is too much, just say the word and I’ll stop.”
They stood next to the chains. “Pick a word,” she said. “Any word?”
“Yes.”
“Flowers.”
His lips twitched. “You want your safe word to be flowers.”
“Well, since I have them on my dress and you like this outfit so much, I thought it would seem fitting.”
He grinned widely. “Flowers it is.”
He let of her hand and stepped back. “Are you ready to be my lover tonight?”
She glanced over her shoulder at the one-way mirrored window. “People can see us, right?”
“Yes.”
“I haven’t displayed my body for public viewing before, nor had sex so openly.”
The last detail bothered her the most. Although someone could’ve walked by and seen them having a quickie in the alley earlier in the day, nobody had. And her clothes had covered most of her body. So the spur of the moment sex outdoors didn’t count as a public show. Nor did the time she fucked Nikolaus at the Opera House in Vienna. They were high enough up and at too awkward an angle for anyone to see her riding him. In Italy, she had been on a boat far away from land and people when she’d had sex with Leo and Paolo. And sex with Pierre on the Eiffel Tower had been definitely out of anyone’s sight. Flaunting her goods for all to see troubled her, but not nearly as much as the fact that people could watch her have sex.
“Most people who come to the basement are here to play. But if someone does look in, I assure you, they’ve seen naked bodies before and viewed plenty of porn.”
His logic made sense, but it didn’t lessen her anxiety much. Sighing, she looked at his groin and found a large bulge. The big lump behind the article of clothing would bring her a world of pleasure, as well as the man wielding said package. Maybe she shouldn’t concern herself with the public but should focus on enjoying what waited in front of her. What an excellent idea.
“I’m ready,” she said.
“Close your eyes.”
She did and inhaled a deep breath. The cabinet to her side rattled. The temptation to look pressed upon her, but she resisted.
“I know you want to peek, so I’m going to make sure you can’t,” he said before he slid something soft over her head.
The mask fit adequately above her nose and covered the upper portion of her face. She tried to open her eyes, but it was of no use. A band wrapped around and held the covering securely.
He rubbed his thumb over her lips. She parted them, hoping he might slide his digit inside.
“I considered gagging you, but I enjoy these lips, especially when they are wrapped around my cock.”
His words added fuel to her fiery need. She slid her tongue forward and licked his finger.
“I didn’t give you permission to touch me.” He moved his hand down her neck and to one of her breasts. He pinched and tugged on her nipple. “You’re a naughty woman.”
Tingles raced from her tit. Moisture trickled from her pussy. He took her other perky bud into his hold and treated it in kind.
“You need discipline,” he said.
Gwen clenched her thighs. If his idea of discipline was fucking her, then she’d willingly accept. “I am a very naughty woman.”
“You need to learn to be quiet and stop teasing me.” He let go of her breasts.
“But—”
“No talking.” His tone sounded commanding.
She pressed her lips together and tried to refrain from speaking. It was difficult especially in her aroused condition.
“Raise your arms,” he said, and she did. He lifted her dress and removed it from her body, leaving her exposed. “Now this is better.”
He placed his hands between her legs and pushed a finger into her slit. Gwen sucked in a quick breath from the unexpected intrusion.
“Yes, you are very naughty. And wet.” He inserted more digits and caressed her clit. “But you can’t have what you want until I say so.”
Her longing built from his touch. How could she hold back her release when he was encouraging her to have one? She didn’t want to. She wanted to be a bad girl. She wanted him to massage her nub more.
“Do you understand?” he asked.
She nodded, but she couldn’t resist toying with him. “Just make me come hard with your thick cock.”
He shook his head as he withdrew his hand. “Breaking the rules already. Gwen, Gwen…” He took one of her arms and lifted it.
“Well, you did leave me to use my ton
gue and mouth. I would hate to disappoint.”
“I’m going to enjoy disciplining you.”
He wrapped a restraint around her wrist, then secured the other one. Although he’d stopped teasing her clitoris, her desire continued to climb. She believed he wouldn’t harm her and would enjoy watching her squirm as her yearning gnawed away at her. She knew his game well, having played it with him the prior evening. When he’d finished binding her arms above her head, she gave a tug on the chain. The padded cuffs clung tightly. She was officially naked, bound, and unable to see.
“You’re mine now,” he said.
His words made her hornier than a teenager. She couldn’t run from him. She couldn’t hide. She was helpless to his wicked intentions.
She heard a zipper and faint movements by the recliner in the corner.
“You look incredible like that,” he said. “Your breasts are so full and perky.”
She smiled and remained silent. Part of her wanted to be the bad girl, but the other part reminded her that she’d agreed earlier to follow his instructions.
“You’re quiet now. Good.”
His voice came from the area where the cabinet stood. She heard a soft buzz.
“Spread your legs,” he said as he moved closer with the humming noise.
Her pulse jumped as she obeyed his command. The man would torture her with the need for sex. How? She suspected he’d start by using a vibrator. All she had to do was resist coming. She had been stupid to agree to his rules.
He placed his hand on her hip. “You are incredibly beautiful and you smell heavenly. Don’t move.”
She felt something round and hard touch her pussy. He slowly pushed the object inside her and her insides expanded to accept it. The largeness of it reminded her of Mark’s shaft.
“You’re so wet.” He slid the dildo in and out.
Gwen relaxed her legs, trying to enjoy the fake cock. Her restraints held her arms tight above her as she leaned in to accept her punishment. He pumped the solid object into her a few times, bringing her closer to her climax, then he stopped and held it inside her. The buzzing moved closer. She bit her lip. When the vibration touched her clit, she nearly gasped.
“Someone likes this,” he said, massaging the increasingly sensitive spot between her legs.
Gwen’s temperature rose and she pulled on the restraints. Her need for a release was escalating. He moved the imitation dick in and out while toying with her nub. She didn’t want to say her safe word, but she was so close to coming. His punishment was too much.
Then the hum stopped and he withdrew the false member from her slit.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“I’m ready to burst. Can you fuck me now?” She wondered if she needed to beg. The emptiness and lack of stimulation left her starving.
He chuckled. The sound of it placed him by the cabinet again.
“Not yet. I’m glad to see my punishment is working.”
“You have no idea.”
“I think I do. I seem to recall you put me through hell last night. You know what they say, paybacks are a bitch.”
His voice travelled as he spoke. By the time he had finished, he’d returned to standing in front of her. Her heart thumped fast as she wondered what he’d do next to arouse her.
He lifted one of her breasts and pinched the nipple.
An electrified thrill raced from it and went straight south to her vagina.
“These are exquisite.”
He let go of her aching bud, then something cold and hard squeezed it. A hint of pain lay underneath the pleasure growing within her. Her pussy spasmed.
“Oh, God,” she said.
He tugged on her other nipple before he placed a similar object on it. “These are clamps connected by a small chain. I want to make sure they keep these pretty girls perky.”
She bit her lip and whimpered. She raced towards her orgasm again, but needed him to fill her.
He tugged on the chain. “How are you doing now?”
Her yearning for him blazed. “I think you know how I’m doing.”
“Mm…” He placed his hand between her legs. “I’d like you to tell me.”
He tweaked her clit and a jolt of pure need shot through her. She would’ve fallen to her knees if the chains weren’t holding her up.
“I’m ready to come. Can you fuck me, please?”
He stroked her nub. “I don’t know.”
The anticipation mounted with each abrasive touch. She was on fire and wanted to let herself go. Let her climax pulse and sedate her. “Please.”
Then he stopped and removed his digits. “I don’t think you’ve been punished enough for teasing me.”
Gwen tightened her fists and pulled on the padded cuffs. Her frustration couldn’t be measured. If she were unbound, she would have pushed him into the chair and ridden him hard.
“You’re lucky I’m chained up,” she said.
He laughed. “Or what?”
From the sound of his voice, she placed him by the cabinet again.
“I’d have my way with you. I’d get what I want.”
“Eager to have my dick inside you?” he asked, moving closer. At the same time, something scraped on the floor. The noise drew nearer as if it were in front of her.
“You know I am.”
The sound stopped.
He placed his hand on her hip and kissed her ear from behind. “Good. But I still have to discipline you.”
He smoothed his hand up her torso. When he tugged on the chain, her nipples sent a heated signal to her pussy. It moistened and fluid spilled on her thighs as she squeezed them together. Fuck, she wanted to release her orgasm.
“I need you, Mark. Fuck me.”
“Not yet. I have to spank you first. Spread your legs.”
Gwen’s heartbeat accelerated as she did what he’d asked. She wished she could see his cock to know if he were enjoying himself. Then she realised not being able to view his member was a form of punishment. Damn him.
The first hit on her ass surprised her since he’d used a paddle instead of his hand. A gasp flew out of her. Sharp tingles danced over the flesh of her buttock. He smacked her again and she tensed.
“Your ass is incredible. So fucking beautiful.”
He spanked her again. “I want you to start counting for me. If it’s too much, use your safe word.”
She nodded, then he slapped her other cheek. “Four.”
Her rear burned and the heat flowing towards her apex was making her wetter. He struck her again.
“Five.”
A touch of pain emanated from the blows but the pleasure racing to her vagina was like nothing she’d experienced before.
Smack.
“Six.”
He slid his hand between her legs. “Oh, yes. Perfect.”
Her knees weakened from his touch. She yearned for him to enter her and make her walls pulse with life.
He hit her again and her hankering for him brought her close to that orgasm she craved.
“Seven. Please. I need you,” she said.
He struck her other buttock. Raw desire seared her insides. She didn’t think she could wait much longer.
“Eight. Please, Mark.”
He forced the paddle to her ass again. A single spasm erupted within her.
“Nine. Mark, I’m going to come,” she whimpered.
“Hold it, Gwen.”
She pulled on her restraints and balled her hands. The tension in her body seemed too unreal and she wanted to let it go. She needed her fucking orgasm.
The last slap on her ass made her scream. “Ten.”
Her butt pulsed with white hot fire. The beats vibrated to her pussy, teasing her worse than any toy vibrator. Every nerve and muscle was electrified. Her body begged her to release the mighty O. Somehow she held it. But she couldn’t for long.
“Mark, please, please…”
“Be patient.”
The sound of his voice sounded
a few feet away from her. She bit her lip and wondered what he had planned to do next. God, she hoped that he fucked her soon. She needed him badly. She yearned for relief.
“Be still,” he said, then touched her ass.
She tensed briefly. As he smoothed something soft and cool over her buttocks, she began to relax and lean into his delicate caress.
“That feels good,” she said.
“This should help.” He stopped rubbing her backside, then unbound one of her wrists. “The sawhorse is two feet away. I’m going to help you to it.”
The padded sawhorse she’d seen when she’d walked into the room. He’d moved it in front of her earlier. Now she understood what the scraping sounds had been from.
Her heart thumped out of control as she waited for her other wrist to be free. The moment he released it, he took her hand, and guided her forward. She walked three steps before she found the bench.
“Lean forward over the sawhorse,” he said, and she obeyed.
Mark pressed his body to her backside, bringing her over the sawhorse. His erection touched her sensitive ass, rousing her desire tenfold. He parted her legs with his as he reached around to her breasts. He unfastened the clamps on her nipples, then in one thrust he rammed his thick member inside her.
“Fuck, Gwen. You’re on fire.”
The release of pressure from the points of her breasts brought her to a higher level of yearning. She was on the edge of coming as she leaned over the cushioned bench. He pounded into her with a fierce need. She understood it well since her own was intense. He drove deep and slid inside her canal as if he were slipping into warm butter. She loved the fulfilment and friction so much she thought she’d go insane with lust. Each time he hit her favourite spot, she vocalized her contentment. Consumed with passion, she couldn’t hold her climax any longer. Her orgasm came with incredible gripping strength and she screamed.
“Yes. Fuck me, that’s good,” he said, gripping her hips as he pumped into her.