by Tia Lewis
"Unlucky for you I'm a very bad princess, Ethan, What's keeping you from showing me the cave?" I spoke in a low purr.
The end of a game, but the start of a new one.
"Nothing now," Ethan spoke in a faux purr of delight. His hand reached down to my body as I felt him pull away. The vacancy between us grew ever colder the further he moved. My tingling body craved his warmth, but my mind ached for the sensation of what's to come.
I squirmed down against the seat, feeling that familiar dab of moisture returning. The sensation of anticipation in such an open place gave me a rush as I quickly remembered where we were. The music, smells, and the sight of people all around us returning in a cacophony all at once, as if the world outside my immediate view was paused.
But it didn't much matter as I felt Ethan's hand slide from my hip to reach for my hand. Pulling me up to him as I stepped up onto uneasy feet and pressed in against his chest.
He caught me and chuckled. His body never moving an inch as I remembered his height, standing nearly a foot above me as I looked up at him.
He winked once more, and I felt him step away, pulling me in tow to follow after.
“Ready, Princess?" Ethan asked.
We were heading now, toward the Cave of Pain and Pleasure, and I felt my heart race even more.
Chapter Five
It all felt surreal to me as I wandered through a haze with Ethan by my side. I felt the strength of his hand with mine as we walked past the bar. The bartender having looked up gave Ethan and me a smile, a nod, and then turned his head toward the waitress nearby. The chatter of the other patrons of the bar encircled me as I heard their murmurs, talking to one another. The time of night had carried on all the way to the later hours, and the club now packed with more people than when me, Mariah, and Theresa entered in, I thought as I carefully moved between people trying not to bump into them.
But alas, we finally came in front of the doorway to the Cave of Pain and Pleasure. I stood there, looking up at the top as the sign. My apprehension and excitement were overwhelming me as much as my arousal for the man beside me. I was literally a cocktail of emotion.
Ethan looked down at me as his grin seemed to grow wider. He winked and pulled me forward to march through the threshold with him, and into that other world.
At first, I didn't see much of anything aside from the feeling of the smooth, corded leather plates sliding up all along my body.
As soon as we walked in, we were on the other side of The Twisted Sanctuary. It felt like Ethan and I were in another building altogether, as if we took some portal to another place.
In front of us, I saw that we didn't enter into another room altogether but a hallway. The bright walls were red, the color of blood with the red carpeting beneath us. A hazy fog filled the hallway as well as lights from all corners of the hall.
The sounds were what truly made it, though, and made me realize why this place earned its name of the Cave of Pain and Pleasure.
“So, this is it," I said as I looked around the room.
The further along we walked the more I heard the sounds of laughter and merriment from each door that we passed. A wide black rectangle was placed at even intervals along the red walls. It was as if each mysterious door was holding behind a secret that echoed out.
Some doors I noticed as we walked by echoed with the sound of pleasure. The moans of bliss and the sounds of prayers to God to bring them closer to orgasm. The screams and cries of men and women both begging for more of their lover's touch, wanting to be brought to the edge of their personal heaven, or released from their pleasured hell.
I also heard the snap of whips. The demands from domination as orders were shouted and feeble cries for more punishment echoed out. I winced at the sound of flesh being battered, and gasps echoing.
The further in we got, the more I trembled with each step. I knew The Twisted Sanctuary was a BDSM club, but in a bit of my naivety, I thought that was just a theme that they had. A thing for all members to rally around. I didn't believe that the hidden part of the club itself was sexual in nature or an escape from the main sections of the club.
My breathing deepened, and I leaned in closer to Ethan as he chuckled before he spoke.
"Nothing to be worried of, beautiful," he reassured me as I shook my head.
"I'm not worried. Titillated more like. I've never done anything like this before."
"Be someone's princess?" he inquired, causing me to turn my head and look at him. I remembered the teasing flirts from our game not too long ago.
"So, what do you have in store for me then? Not going to spank me till I cry are you?" I inquired back, tilting my head as my curiosity got the better of me.
Ethan shrugged his shoulders and stepped in front of one of the doors. He towered over me, and those mesmerizing green eyes of his held me in place as he opened the door with a slow, agonizing squeal.
"I just might. Be good to your Prince, and I'll make sure you leave a quivering mess tonight, begging for more."
That just about did me in. I felt a dribble of moisture escape the confines of my panties, down all along my thigh. I pressed my legs closer together to dissuade myself from cumming from Ethan's words alone. No one had ever talked to me like that before, and it was exhilarating, to say the least.
Turning, I walked into the room with Ethan, waiting for him to follow through as he closed the door behind me with a light click. Locking me now inside with him, and cutting us both off from the rest of the world outside.
Though in truth the world outside still felt like it was encroaching in on our space together. The thump of the music, so loud and distracting mere moments ago as it echoed out into the whole of the club was now a dull thud that bounced and vibrated off of the walls behind us.
But inside the room? It was much different than what I expected it to be. I didn't truly know what was inside of these rooms, but the moment we entered in, it wasn't what I thought a BDSM club's back room would be.
The room was lit above, with the décor theme of red and black still interspersed all around. The scent of smoke, cologne, perfume, and sex clung to the room and gave the senses a feeling of what the people before us had used it for. I continued to look all around, no longer nervous for myself, but antsy for what was promised.
There were no windows, hidden vents, and only a few area's that served to illuminate the darkness. A thick leather couch lined up all along the back room. A few tables, a small central step with a pole to dance on, several stools and smaller seats filled the room, giving it more of a location for a party, than for a place of rest, relaxation, and private mutual conversations.
Privacy was very much on the mind as I glanced to Ethan who beckoned me forward with his hand. I moved toward the back of the room where several instruments of fetish hung. Cords of leather. Masks to wear. Straps, silk ropes, and more hung carefully on the walls. Arranged by type, almost placed there with someone who knew beforehand what was to transpire in this room.
"Come along now, Princess," Ethan continued to purr.
I obeyed, now that I knew I was his. I slowly moved over near him, and my heart raced. I couldn't help to hold back my excitement now as more small rivulets of arousal ran down my inner thigh.
It was almost like Ethan sensed it from me as he chuckled in a pleased tone. Nodding once more, I stood in front of him now, ready to receive my orders from my Prince for the night.
Slowly, he brought his hands up and fiddled with the buttons of his blazer. Undoing them one by one at an agonizingly slow pace to reveal the white buttoned up shirt he wore underneath. I bit my bottom lip, forcing myself to keep myself calm, and not pounce on him yet. Wanting to obey his command and not risk a spanking.
Yet.
Eventually, though after what felt like forever, he removed his shirt to reveal his body beneath. A prize for my patience.
Ethan was exactly as what I imagined he would be whenever I leaned in close to him. So perfect in form and firm in
muscle. I could see every line of his chiseled physique. His abdomen showcased a man who took great care of himself. His pectorals lined in definition, a perfect match for his shoulders as well as his biceps. Muscular, but not broadly so. His lightly tanned skin standing out amongst all the red of the room as he tossed his shirt and blazer aside. His free hand reaching up to brush through his well-kept hair.
Then, Ethan smiled and looked at me with that same slyness he held all night. He knew what he was doing to me and that the teasing only made me crave him more. He was good at this, and I was under his spell.
"Your turn. Take off that dress," Ethan said. No flirtation, no subtlety, just a demand.
A demand that I happily followed.
I nodded as I brought up my trembling hands. Slowly removing my black dress which fell into a pool on the floor around my heeled feet. I stood there in my black, lacy panties. The contours of my bra barely hugged the swell of my large breasts. My black panties hung to my hips, and the wetness between my thighs stood out as a statement of his actions. I could feel the fabric digging into me, scrunching against the curve of my ass the more I squirmed and fought off my tantalizing urges.
Ethan's smirk never left as I felt his eyes on me. I could feel him hungrily gazing at me like a predator to the prey. Making me nervous whether he was going to be true to his words or not in tying me up.
“Now what?" I asked.
His voice coming out in the midst of an inhale.
"Princesses at the Cave of Pain and Pleasure don't get to wear their clothing. You may keep your heels if you want my dear, but the rest has to go."
Ethan turned around to give me the view of his impressive back muscles, and I watched him reach over to the wall of toys and tools for what looked to be several small strips of leather.
I nodded and I obeyed Ethan's command and slowly removed my high heels. I then closed my eyes and stripped further. The warmth of a blush came up to my face, my embarrassment only a second to horniness as I reached back, undid the clasp of my bra and released my ample breasts. Feeling the slight sag of flesh, and the ability to breathe just a bit easier, I moved down slowly to my panties next. Sliding my thumbs down into a hook along the stretchy waistband of the lace that held to my body, I gave a tug, and they too, fell to the floor.
I was now completely naked, and vulnerable. I rose my arms up to cover over my large tits to try and shyly hide, despite the fact that my somewhat shaved pussy was on display for Ethan, my Prince, the wetness of my lust a signal to him of how I truly felt.
I opened my eyes and moved my toes along the soft carpeting beneath my feet as I looked at him with a shy, bashful expression. He grinned back, having anticipated my movement as he spoke in a breathless tone.
"Well... aren't you beautiful."
That only caused the blush to darken across my cheeks as he gradually moved to me. I sensed his own arousal for me as I looked at the soft angular features of his face before looking down along his broad pectorals. His chest was eye level with me, and I fought back the urge to kiss his body and worship him on the spot. He continued to speak and make demands of what I should do, completely dominating my every thought and action.
"I know you want a kiss. I sensed it all night, Jessica. But you have to know if you want to earn a kiss from me, you have to show me how well you use your mouth."
I looked up at him with my bright blue eyes. I felt his hand press down on my shoulder, and I realized what he wanted me to do, and I obliged his every word.
I slowly moved down onto my knees in front of him. I leveraged my body as I reached out with my hands to press against his torso and moved my hands further down past the V-line until I saw with a growing hunger of the bulging throb in his pants. His cock pressed against the fabric of his business slacks, outlining the tip, and emanating warmth and desire. I gasped and slid my hands down to the line of his pants, and just above his belt.
"That's it, Princess," he grumbled, taking one length of rope in his hand and tightened it around his fist. "Now... release it, and then raise your arms above your head."
I did as Ethan told me to do, and I moved my fingers along his buckle to pull back on the belt and loosen it. My nervousness cost me precious time, and it took me longer than I wanted. I saw his slacks loosen from his hips, and I quickly bunched the soft, silky fabric within my fingers, and I tugged them down. My intent was to bring them down completely to free his cock and make him just as naked as myself. Pulling on his pants and boxers alike.
I received my prize as it came bouncing out. His eight-inch cock throbbed, standing almost straight up and was thick and hard. His smooth, warm and erect shaft bent only slightly at the tip, but otherwise, it stood nearly straight out toward me, almost beckoning me to touch. His hardness was evident of how much he wanted it as well. His girth thick enough that I worried whether I could fit it in my mouth. The more I tugged down on his pants, the more he spread his thighs, and his warm, heavy sac followed suit as I freed him entirely.
Ethan stood there, a paragon of my current desires as I kneeled and looked up at him expectantly. He didn't waste any time as he leaned forward with a predatory grumble. Sliding the very tip of his bulging head across my cheek as I nuzzled in against the smooth, soft shaft of his cock. Feeling it throb with life so close to my lips as I rose my arms up above my head as he commanded. My attention was mostly on his shaft, not feeling the sensation of rope tightening all around my wrists, and binding my hands together as he spoke.
"Kiss it." His free hand moved down to caress my black, wavy hair.
And so I did.
Letting my thick lips brush up across the very tip of his cock, I felt the wetness of his precum dribble out to meet me. He tasted as I imagined: sweet with a delicious mixture of sweat. I let my lips encircle and lightly gave a little suckle. He held his moan at bay before I moved from the tip of his cock, down to the underside of his shaft. I left a trail of painted lipstick stains as I sucked lightly on his smooth flesh, nearing the very base of his dick before I turned, and let my tongue teasingly lap against the rounded orb of his sac.
Then Ethan sighed with a slight moan. The reassuring sound that I wanted to hear from him as he held onto my bound wrists with one hand. His other hand that was so close to my face moved back from my cheek, and toward my hair. He took a handful of hair in his firm grip and guided my head back to the tip of his dick. My tongue lightly licking all along the length like a girl with a sweet treat to eat.
There, he positioned himself a bit steadier, pushing till the heavy tip was pressing against my bottom lip before he commanded me once more.
"Go down nice and slow. Let's see how much you can handle, Princess."
His words echoed through my core, and I opened my mouth to please my Prince. Taking his head into my mouth, I felt the warmth of my breath brush off across him, and back up to my face. I felt his cock slide past my lips and went to slide my tongue all around his girth, slathering his smooth, meaty shaft with my tongue as I pressed and squeezed him against the side of my cheek. My moans echoed off of him as I tried to deep throat his cock further. I felt his length reaching the back of my throat with ease as I sucked on it firmly, wanting to squeeze every last bit of precum from him.
But I couldn't take him further than that, feeling the gagging sensation arising from within me. Not without choking could I go on. But I made up for it as I slowly swirled my head in a smooth little circle, my lips clamping down as I drooled all along the length of his cock. My spit coated his throbbing member in a sheen before I came to the very tip. The sound of my sucking lips lewdly echoed off of the walls before I came to the head of his cock. I then released it with a loud, wet pop of my mouth, and went back down to repeat the motion.
Ethan's groans were like music to my ears as I looked up at him, seeing him tilt his head up to the ceiling in pleasure. I could feel his body tighten, despite my arms tied up above my head. His abdomen contracted each time my tongue pressed against the underside of his shaf
t.
"I think you've done enough proving what you can do with your mouth. I don't intend to waste your body on just your mouth."
I struggled to catch my breath at first as he pulled back, feeling his hardened cock sliding from between my lips. I looked at his cock as he stood there. Watching as the heavy head slowly waved back and forth in a mesmerizing motion with each movement he took. My body was aching now as my mind came full circle. I slowly gave into the primal, lascivious part of my soul that ached for the touch of him. All of him, inside me. I didn't care anymore; the alcohol was burned away by passion and lust. My hands held firmly together, pressed in against his chest as I felt my own wetness within me.
God, I wanted Ethan to fuck me like I'd never been fucked before. Harder than anyone had in years. I needed it, I desired it; my soul burned for that release.
Slowly though Ethan pulled back, allowing me to slink down now upon my hands and knees. I looked up at him questioningly. No words came to mind, just blind obedience as he walked back over to the leather couch. He left me a mess on the carpeted floor. Every sensation lighting through my pussy like a fire.
He rose a hand and motioned for me to come, and I almost rose to my feet before he stopped me with a click of his tongue.
"No. Crawl over here and present yourself to me," he said, standing there like a statue.
I couldn't help but obey as I crawled over to him then, finding it hard to do so with my hands bound in rope as they were, but I made do. My shoulders slowly swaying from side to side, my large tits swung beneath me no doubt giving Ethan a show as my curvaceous hips swayed in tune with the rest of my body.
I eventually reached the couch and moved to stand up to flop down upon it. Thankfully, Ethan obliged to help me. I turned around and knelt down, pressing my palms down to the cushion as I rose my ass up to him, offering myself to him. I felt the heat of my pussy dribbling now, my wetness absolute, and my desire put on display for him.