by Livia Grant
She didn't have to wait long. Within minutes, a shirtless Chase arrived carrying an armful of scary looking punishment devices.
"Princess, I didn't give you permission to look around. Eyes on the floor unless instructed otherwise." Ryder's voice rumbled low in the noisy room, his chastisement enhancing her need to surrender.
The "yes, sir," slipped from her lips as easily as her next breath, sinking her deeper still––calming the anxious noise that so often accompanied her every waking moment. Khloe stopped straining to hear what was happening around her, understanding her Dom would let her know what she needed to know.
Ryder may be talking as if he weren't paying attention, but she felt the steady pull on the leash, moving her torso slowly closer until her head was cradled in his lap. His muscular thigh formed her pillow as he stroked her long, flowing hair as he would a beloved pet. Nervous tension receded, helping her relax and fall into an almost trance-like state as she allowed her brain to slow down long enough to quiet her demons.
She wasn't sure how much time had passed when Ryder and Jaxson pushed to their feet, each reaching out to stroke the hair of the women at their feet. Only the tug of the leash against her collar told her it was time to move. She had started to push to her feet when a strong palm pressed the top of her head, silently instructing her to stay on her hands and knees. Khloe was relieved to be low to the floor as they wove between the growing crowd, grateful it made it harder for people to recognize her and her blushing face.
Having only been to Black Light once, she didn't have the layout of the club memorized by any means, but if memory served her, it felt like the dominants were heading them in the direction of the main stage where the roulette wheel had been set up in February. Her suspicion was confirmed when Ryder started climbing the carpeted steps, slowing down to make sure his submissive didn't injure herself as she crawled up the steps on all fours, aware she was moving into a central focal point of the room.
Khloe was relieved when Jaxson and Emma followed them to the center of the stage where Chase waited for them all. Only now could she see he was wearing tight-fitting black leather pants, identical to those Jaxson wore. The glint of the gold rings piercing his nipples caught in the spotlight illuminating the center stage. The rings were thick and sturdy and Khloe couldn't help but be curious about how it would feel to have her body marked so personally. As if he could read her mind, Ryder's fingers pinched her right nipple as he leaned down to talk against her ear.
"This is your second reminder to keep your eyes on the floor. If I wanted you to gawk at other men, I would have told you to kneel up."
Was that jealousy she detected in his voice? It couldn't be, yet the mere thought of influencing the emotions of an all-alpha man like Ryder Helms thrilled her. Their eyes met long enough for her to see a vulnerability shining back at her from his intense icy blue eyes. She had to force herself to tear her gaze away and return her attention to the stage floor.
Her ears perked at the sound of heavy furniture being dragged across the stage floor. Her pulse raced as she imagined the possibilities the men were preparing for their submissives. She had to force cleansing breaths, trying to remain calm by reminding herself that she could trust Ryder. The last time they'd been here, he had been completely unknown to her. He'd nearly scared the bejesus out of her at first, and yet they'd ended up connecting in a way that had held them together, even for the months they'd been apart.
The pull of her leash told her it was time to stand. Her knees were stiff after kneeling for so long, and Ryder was there, helping to pull her upright. Her line of sight fell on a now naked Emma being fastened into restraints. Jaxson pulled her arms high above her head, attaching her wrists into hanging fur-lined manacles while Chase spread her ankles wide, locking her into matching padded metal brackets about three feet apart in the floor.
Only when Ryder stopped them directly in front of Emma did Khloe notice identical restraints waiting for her. He worked silently and she offered no resistance as he started with her arms, securing her tightly before kneeling before her to bind her legs spread eagle. Only when he finished the final point and stepped away from her did she realize she couldn't keep her feet flat on the floor as she hung from the constricting device above her head.
Unable to look her submissive friend in the eye, Khloe focused her attention on Emma's own toes straining to hold her steady as she swayed from her high hook as well. They didn't have to wait long for relief as Ryder and Chase returned from a brief absence, pushing what looked like two pommel horses used in gymnastics, only the handles on top where a gymnast might hold on were missing.
The leather of the six-inch wide sex furniture was cool against her bare tummy as Ryder moved it against her abdomen, instantly bringing some relief to her arms already becoming fatigued from holding up her weight. Yet she quickly realized the farther he pressed the leather forward, the higher her feet left the ground. Worse, the horse was the perfect height to present her ass as a ready target for whatever devious plans Ryder might come up with.
Khloe dared a glance up to lock eyes with Emma, recognizing the same excited anticipation reflected back at her. The walls of Khloe's pussy contracted with expectation of the coming sexual exploration reminiscent of Valentine's Day. Familiar fear and excitement mingled into a heady cocktail as the women hung waiting for their men to return to the center stage. For now, the Doms had left their submissives displayed on the main stage acting as the delectable centerpiece of the smorgasbord of debauchery being enjoyed around the room.
She focused on the sound of a paddle rhythmically connecting with the tender skin of a nearby submissive. From the sounds of it, the recipient was enjoying the attention her dominant was paying her body because with each connection, her moans turned more feral until the unmistakable sound of her screaming through a powerful orgasm briefly silenced the din around the sex club.
It was impossible to gauge the passing of time as she hung there waiting, but with each minute that passed, her arms ached a bit more and the wetness between her legs produced a steady stream of cream she could feel dripping down her inner thighs. If he was gone much longer, she feared there would be a wet spot on the floor beneath her.
Only when Chase suddenly appeared from behind the nearby black curtain backdrop of the stage did she realize the men had probably been close all along, watching over their submissives. Her ex looked different than she'd ever seen him. Gone was his trademark jovial smile, replaced with a serious dominance that reminded her more of Ryder and Jax. The leather flogger he carried matched the tight leather pants that hugged him in a way that showcased his ample cock, already pressing for release.
Chase stepped close to Emma whispering something in her ear so softly Khloe couldn't hear. She pushed down the pang of jealousy as she witnessed their intimacy as he snuggled his submissive, clearly making sure she was okay before he proceeded with their scene.
The funny thing was, she wasn't jealous watching her ex-boyfriend. No. She was truly happy for him that he'd found love with Emma and Jaxson. What she wished more than anything was that she could have the kind of long-term commitment from Ryder that the trio clearly had made to each other. For all she knew, tonight could be their last night together. The fear of Ryder deserting her hung over her like a black rain cloud.
The first impact of the flogger against Emma's back was soft, drawing a purr from her friend. Chase moved from side to side, changing the angle of the strikes, peppering Emma with light kisses of leather until she closed her eyes, absorbing the increasing thwacks, and taking deep breaths.
Khloe had been so enthralled with the scene playing out in front of her she'd missed hearing her own Dom arriving until she felt his clothed body press against her ass, leaning in to talk softly against her ear.
"You're leaving a wet spot, Princess."
She could feel her face heating with embarrassment that only grew deeper when she felt his fingers sliding through the lake between her splayed legs. H
is sexy growl of desperation doused her humiliation, reminding her of the power she wielded in their complicated relationship.
As if he'd been thinking the same, he asked, "Again, what's your safeword tonight, baby?"
She had the power to make the scene stop at any time. In February, it had been the only reason she'd continued on with the game long after she'd left her comfort zone. How quickly things could change. She was no more experienced as a submissive, and while she and Ryder had only had a few short days together, something had shifted between them. He still intimidated her with his larger than life dominance, but underneath that was an inherent trust in Ryder Helms.
He will never hurt me. Not really. Not physically anyway.
She pushed down sadness of his coming desertion to answer. "I don't need a safeword. You won't hurt me."
The growl in her ear corresponded with his pressing harder against her. "Don't be so sure, Princess. You drive me crazy in a way that makes me want to lose control."
She heard the truth in the emotional rumble of his voice. She paused, watching Chase's continued thrashing of Emma's ass only feet away until she could formulate her response.
"I trust you, Ryder."
She felt his teeth biting into her shoulder proving just how on edge he was. He ground his hard cock into her hip, hugging her against him while squeezing her heavy breasts in his palms. Khloe recognized that he was making his mark on her, body and soul. He was claiming her body in every way except the way she wanted the most.
As suddenly as he'd pounced on her, he pulled away, leaving her chilled. "Red. That's the word that will stop everything. Got it?"
She nodded slightly, forcing him to command, "Say it. I need to hear it from you."
Khloe should be relieved at his gallant actions, but instead she was annoyed. "I told you..."
A line of fire ignited across her ass, the worst pain striking her right hip. The sudden sting took her breath away as Ryder jammed his hand into her long tresses and yanked her head back, exposing her long neck as he growled against her ear. "We play by my rules. You'll have a safeword when playing at the club. Say it. Now."
Memories of almost screaming the word in February flooded back, giving her the courage to whisper, "Red."
"Good girl. Don't be afraid to use it."
The next line of fire fell fast, as if he were testing her promise. The pain was all consuming, drowning out everything else but the need for relief. Khloe panicked. She'd forgotten how real the game was that they played in the secret dungeon. For the briefest of moments, the word red sat at the tip of her tongue, ready to fly, but she held it back, not wanting to fail Ryder so quickly.
"Take a deep breath, baby."
He was there, lightly tracing the welt that had to be adorning her ass like a badge of honor. Comforting where he'd hurt. It was an odd game they all played. A dance of pain and pleasure. If she wasn't experiencing it first hand, she'd say it was crazy, yet the wetness between her legs and the peaked nipples hanging heavily towards the floor proved she loved every minute of it.
The third line he painted on her body was lower, catching the underside of her ass and drawing her first wail as she jerked against the restraints, unsurprised when finding no give whatsoever.
Ryder's hands were on her, cupping her bottom, squeezing her tenderized skin until the pain fled, leaving pleasure in its wake.
Again. Fiery streak. Tender caresses.
High. Low.
Pain. Pleasure.
She closed her eyes, blocking out everything but her connection to the man mastering her body until she longed for the pain, knowing his loving caresses would soothe it away. A dichotomy of dark and light, culminating after a strong dozen strokes when Ryder stepped close and cupped her sex in his large, calloused hand, squeezing her pussy so hard she cried out as he growled, "This is mine," against her ear.
Hell yes, it was his.
"Prove it!" Her own voice was hoarse, thick with emotion.
It was a dare. A sassy, bold temptation. She wanted him inside her and his low groan betrayed his mirrored desire, but the crack of his open hand slapping her punished ass proved how disciplined her Dom was.
"That will be enough topping from the bottom, Princess. Just for that, I think I need to give these beautiful breasts of yours a bit of my attention."
As he moved in front of her, she finally saw the implement he'd been using on her ass. That he was tapping the tender skin of her boobs with the end of a heavy riding crop alarmed her. Surely he wouldn't strike her...
"Ouch!" A small patch of pink stood out against her milky skin just above her tit. Instead of caressing the pain away as he had on her ass, Ryder leaned down to suck her pebbled nipple into his warm mouth, distracting her sufficiently as the sting dissipated, leaving sexual need in its wake.
As Ryder stepped away, she again felt a chill at the loss of his body heat. With nothing to block her view, she couldn't help but admire her friend Emma's protruding nipples and heavy breasts on display only a few feet away.
The grad student's curvy body was so very different from Khloe's thin frame. As Khloe watched Jaxson squeezing and caressing––slapping and tickling––all of Emma's curves, Khloe understood why Jaxson and Chase adored their submissive so much. Emma was the antithesis of the stick-figure models they had been surrounded by since the beginning of their modeling career together. She was genuine... real. Anyone watching the trio's current display could see in ten seconds flat how much the three loved each other.
Jaxson stepped between the submissives, blocking Khloe's view of her friend just as Ryder renewed the cropping of her breasts and nipples. She was grateful he was only using the snappy end to flick the leather against her skin again and again, slowly stoking the fire between them instead of laying a line of heat with the length of the leather. She closed her eyes, focusing on the physical sensations Ryder was fueling.
The sound of a mechanical winch engaging pulled Khloe out of her sexual haze. She opened her eyes to find Jaxson using a remote control to lower Emma's arms, allowing her tummy to rest completely against the top of the horse. He didn't stop until her head was at his waist level. While she couldn't see Jax's insertion, there was no mistaking the gagging and gurgling as he grabbed Emma's long hair and started thrusting his length down her throat. For Khloe, it was like watching a live porn show, only she was frustrated that all the best parts of the scene were blocked by Jaxson's body.
"I thought I told you not to stare at other Doms, Princess." Ryder had caught her again red handed.
"I can't help it. They're right in front of me," she sassed, earning her another line of fire across the width of her bottom. Three more quick licks to her cheeks and Khloe was flying high on adrenaline and pain.
Just when the word red was on the tip of her tongue, her Dom stepped close and demanded, "Open your mouth. Wide."
Her lips snapped open in time for him to place the center of the warm leather crop into her mouth.
"Bite down. Don't let go until we're done or unless you decide you need to use your safeword, understand?"
She nodded, although her vision had blurred from the tears the pain had produced.
Khloe used her peripheral sight to watch her Dom unzip his slacks and pull out the hard-on she admired so much. Like always, her pulse increased as she thought about where that flesh would soon be buried.
Ryder moved behind her, rubbing his erection through her soaking folds. She was so turned on by the sights and sounds that she couldn't wait for him to claim her, yet it didn't happen. A long minute passed as disappointment at remaining empty warred with relief the pain was subsiding.
Unable to communicate with him or move, she felt helpless. She was held hostage, desperate for him to claim her and getting hornier by the minute watching and listening to the spectacle in front of her.
She was relieved when Jaxson removed his erection from Emma's throat and stepped away from her, allowing Khloe to admire the sexy picture of a messy E
mma. There was no doubting her own submissive tendencies because the sight of her sub friend trussed up and having been face fucked almost made Khloe come without even being touched by Ryder.
Things heated up when Chase returned to the scene, pulling his own thick tool out and stepping up behind Emma's spread legs. She was relieved that her ex wasn't looking at her, but instead seemed to be distracted by something happening behind Khloe. She figured out what it was a few seconds later when Chase slammed into Emma balls deep at exactly the same moment Ryder penetrated her.
From the sounds of it, both women came undone immediately. Khloe saw stars, the pleasure was so intense. She'd been aching to be filled and the relief of Ryder claiming her made her almost drop the crop from her clenched teeth.
The Doms were on a mission, fucking their submissives hard and fast. Khloe's eyes met Emma's and the subs shared an intimate moment of understanding. She felt Ryder's fingers digging into her hips as he held her hard while fucking her impossibly deep. She was sure he was about to explode when he stilled, buried deep inside her while they watched Emma and Chase both cry out as they orgasmed together.
Khloe felt cheated that her own grand finale was cut short, but she was helpless to complain about it with the crop still wedged in between her teeth. Her jaw was starting to become fatigued.
Frustrated tears filled her eyes when Ryder removed his thickness from her pussy, leaving her bereft.
She was contemplating opening her mouth to complain when she felt the first drops of warm liquid on her ass, more specifically near her puckered hole. Her pulse raced as she felt Ryder's fingers prying her punished cheeks apart to uncover her most private body part. She felt more liquid just as something small penetrated her bottom. It wasn't his cock, of that she was sure. She remembered how full she'd felt Valentine's Day when he'd claimed her there. Her cheeks had to be bright red as she recognized both Chase and Emma were catching their breath and watching.
She was blind to what was happening behind her, but she had a front row seat to watch a fully erect Jaxson, cock protruding proudly from his groin, step behind Chase and begin dribbling lubricant in exactly the same hole Ryder was for Khloe. As best as she could tell, Chase's penis was still buried inside Emma's pussy, yet with each passing second of Jaxson's finger fucking, she could see Chase shedding his dominance and embracing submission.