by Corgan, Sky
Finally, I spot Janet and her Sir. I wouldn't have even known it was her if not for the outfit she's wearing. Her Dom has her tied up on a padded sawhorse, bent over the V of it with her hands restrained behind her back and a ball gag in her mouth. Her skirt is hiked up over her hips, and her latex underwear is in full view. It's a one-inch strip alright.
Her Dom is a lot bigger than I imagined him to be, a hulking man so broad that he seems almost unreal. There's so much muscle on him that he makes Lucian look scrawny by comparison. He's bald with blonde eyebrows and blue eyes, and his skin has a slight fake-tan look. Janice said he looked like Mister Clean on steroids. I think he looks more like Mister Clean's bad-ass brother. He's wearing latex pants and a matching latex vest that looks at least one size too small. I can only imagine it's difficult finding clothes that fit when you're that big.
“That's Janice's ass.” I point to the two of them.
“You know your friend by her ass?” Lucian quirks an eyebrow in amusement.
“Yup. I'd know that ass anywhere,” I sigh, thinking of all the times I've held Janice's hair back while she was throwing up after a night of partying. Usually, when we get home from the bar, and she's had too much to drink, she'll strip her clothes off in the living room as she walks. It was awkward the first time I saw her do it, but I quickly got used to it when I realized it was a habit of hers.
By the time we reach the two of them, Janice's Sir has selected a heavy-looking flogger and is winding it back for the downswing. I'm not exactly sure what they've been doing up to this point, but one of her ass cheeks is already red. The other one is practically barren, still pale and untouched. It seems unbalanced to me.
Mister Clean Steroid Edition doesn't even glance over at us as we stop near their scene. He appears to be completely into the moment, telling Janice to thank him after each lash before he goes to town on her backside. I jump and wince from the first strike, watching her body tense from the blow. She makes a hissing sound but doesn't cry out, then mutters a 'thank you' around the ball gag in her mouth.
I lean against Lucian, keeping my face turned to the side, having a hard time watching the display. “Is this what you like to do?”
“Yes.” His eyes are glued to Janice's ass, to the irritated skin there that's quickly becoming a deeper shade of pink.
“You enjoy it?” My gaze falls to his crotch, and the answer is right there for me to see. There's a bulge in his pants. He's getting off to watching my best friend being flogged, and that only makes the sickness in my stomach grow. This is part of what I feared.
“These are the things I like to do.” He looks down at me, and his tone is all seriousness.
I feel like the fun time we were having with the liquid latex was years ago. The dungeon makes me uncomfortable. I don't like watching other people being tortured and pleasured. It feels dirty to me—wrong, somehow. That's just the naive part of me talking though. This wouldn't be going on if people didn't want voyeurs. But I don't want to be a voyeur. I don't want to be a participant either. I just really don't want to be here.
“Watch.” Lucian's fingers touch beneath my chin, directing my face to the scene in front of us.
Janice's Sir strikes her again and again. I can see tears streaming down her cheeks, but her eyes are happy. She's enjoying what's happening—getting off to it. Is this what I'm supposed to be seeing? That pain at this level has the potential to be pleasurable? Janice and I aren't the same person though. We don't feel the same things. We don't have the same desires.
Mister Clean shoves the flogger into a large black duffle bag on the floor and pulls out a thick wooden paddle. He steps up behind her and takes it in both hands.
“Now, I'm going to brand you mine,” he tells her.
It's an incredibly hot thing to say, and I feel the slightest twinge of jealousy. The idea of Lucian marking me his fills me with pleasure. I wouldn't want him to do it here though. Not publicly.
Janice's Dom draws the paddle back and lets it sail. There's an audible crack as it makes contact with her unmarked ass cheek. She cries out, a sound that tugs at my heart. My moment of enthrallment with the scene is over as soon as I watch him pull the paddle back and welts begin to form where it hit. The letters take shape slowly, but as soon as I can read the word clearly, my entire body is flooded with disgust. Displayed across Janice's ass for the world to see is the word SLUT.
CHAPTER TWO
“I think I'm ready to go.” I stare at the bold letters on Janice's ass, trying to bite back my anger.
I'm not sure why I'm so irrationally mad. Janice wouldn't care that her Dom plastered such a derogatory word across her backside. Heck, it would probably just turn her on more. It infuriates me though. Even seeing the word changes my mood completely.
“Too intense for you?” Lucian asks, and I can tell he's a bit displeased by my reaction.
“I'm getting tired,” I lie, glancing down at my watch to make sure it's not ridiculously early. Thankfully, it's a little past eleven.
“They're probably going to be at it for a while.” He nods towards Janice and her Sir.
My shoulders slump. He's right. It's not like I can pull Janice out of her scene just because I don't like it and want to leave.
“You know what, I'll just call a cab.” I turn and start walking out of the dungeon. The thought of staring at the word 'slut' one second longer is driving me crazy. I need to get out of this area before I have a meltdown.
“Or, we could go back to my place.” Lucian takes long strides to catch up with me.
I look down at the bulge in his pants. It's not for me. It's for her. I don't want him if he's just going to be thinking about my best friend when we're fucking.
“I really am tired, Lucian,” I lie again.
“Then let me take you home.”
“I don't want to burden you. This is your thing. You're having fun. Stay.” I can't even meet his gaze as I talk. All I can think about is going outside and getting some air. Fleshfest has filled up a lot, and it seems like there's a shortage of oxygen. That's probably just my anxiety talking though.
“To be honest, I'm a little tired too. Let me take you home, and then I'll go home afterward.”
It sounds almost like he's trying to convince me that he's not such a bad guy, that his interests don't lie exclusively with the BDSM scene. I'm probably reading that wrong though.
“Fine. You can take me home,” I relent. Anything to get me away from here faster.
Lucian digs his cell phone out of his pocket and makes a quick phone call. For a second, I wonder who he's calling at a time like this, but then I realize he's talking to a driver.
When we step outside, it feels like I can breathe again. I inhale deeply, taking in the scent of cement and dirt and the city. It's not the most pleasant smell, but it's better than the sweat and leather I was getting from Fleshfest.
Within seconds, a limousine is pulling up in front of us. A man steps out to open the door. Lucian puts his hand on the small of my back, herding me again, and I step into the limo, trying not to be mesmerized by how luxurious it is inside. The seats are done in black leather, and there's a minibar taking up one whole side of the vehicle. Briefly, I wonder if Lucian is going to pour me a drink. After the night I've had, I could really use one.
Lucian crawls into the limo beside me, and the driver closes the door behind us. When he steps back into the driver's seat, he pulls open the little window separating the compartments and asks for my address. I rattle it off to him quickly before getting comfortable next to Lucian.
“So, what did you think of Fleshfest?” Lucian asks.
“It's not really my thing,” I admit, even though I know it will displease him.
“It was just your first time. It's a little awkward for everyone the first time around.”
“Was it awkward for you?” I turn to face him.
“Yes.” He smiles.
“How did you get into the lifestyle anyway?” I'm genuinely
interested. In fact, I've been wondering about that for a while.
“We'll talk about that some other time.” Lucian urges me onto his lap with a wolfish grin. “For now, I just want to enjoy what little time I have left with you tonight.”
It's a sweet thing to say. I climb onto his lap and rest my head against his chest, trying to relax—trying to have a romantic moment—but he has other things in mind.
His hands begin to wander. First, they wrap around my waist, his thumbs lazily rubbing the bottom of my latex top back and forth as he cranes his head to kiss my neck. For a second, I think about telling him to stop. I'm really not in the mood, but I do enjoy the affection.
His lips press tenderly against my throat. Then he flicks his tongue out to taste my skin. I feel the first tremor of arousal as his grip tightens around me. Already, his manhood is poking at my ass. The thin latex skirt I'm wearing does little to hide it.
It's not until one of his hands moves up the front of my blouse to grab the zipper at my cleavage that I decide he's taking things too far. I place my hand on top of his, curling it around his fingers. “Lucian, not right now.”
“But you're so sexy right now. I want you so badly,” he whispers against my ear. His breath is hot, his words infused with lust. My clit throbs in surrender, and I know I don't really want to resist him.
Weakly, my fingers fall from his hand. He draws my zipper down, and his hand makes its way inside my top, sliding over the slope of my breast to grab at my nipple. When he pinches it between two fingertips, I moan softly, turning my head to find his lips.
The kiss is explosive, so deep and passionate, and quickly becoming aggressive. I maneuver myself around, turning to straddle him, ever aware that my skirt is straining, pressing hard against my thighs as I try not to let the material ride too far up.
The space is cramped, but I use it to my advantage. Lucian has allowed me to touch him tonight more than he ever has before. I decide to test my luck by holding his face in my hands while we kiss. The stubble on his cheeks and chin makes me want to giggle, though I don't know why. Probably because I'm just so damn giddy from touching him.
He wraps his arms around me, pressing me down on top of him. I can feel his dick rubbing against the fabric of my panties, yearning to get under them. I taste his lips, nibbling and savoring them. They're so soft. I just want to kiss them all night.
Lucian's fingers find their way into my hair, and it takes me a minute to realize that he's pulling the tie out of my bun. I can't help but smirk at how much he loves me with my hair down. If it pleases him though, I have no problem with it.
As soon as the tie comes loose, I shake my head so that my long brown hair cascades over my shoulders. Lucian threads his fingers into it, looking at me with such adoration that it makes me swoon.
“My God, you're beautiful,” he tells me before his lips seek mine again.
I close my eyes as his tongue begs entry into my mouth, and I allow it. His kiss and hands and body are all so needy that it doesn't take long before my hormones are following suit. I want him badly. Now I'm beginning to wish I would have let him take me to his house. Maybe he'll be willing to come into my apartment for a while. Then we can have sex in my room. I've never had sex in my apartment before. The thought makes me feel naughty, though I'm not sure why. It's a reminder of how stupidly innocent I am. And the feel of his skillful hands on my body is a reminder of how not innocent he is. I don't care though. To be honest, it only excites me more. I love that he knows what he's doing—knows exactly how to turn me on and make me his.
The sound of my zipper being pulled down even farther causes me to give pause. If he lowers it much more, my boobs are going to pop right out.
“Nu uh. Bad boy.” I tap his nose with my fingertip before moving to pull my zipper back up.
Lucian grabs my hands to stop me, and the look in his eyes is absolutely devilish. “You haven't even seen bad yet, my dear.”
He places my hands in the small space between us where our bodies connect. For a second, I think he's going to make me touch his cock, but he doesn't. The moment that my hands are down, he reaches up and plunges his hands into the sides of my top, pulling it so that my breasts spill free.
I gasp, completely shocked by the forcefulness of his actions. Fearing that the driver will see me, I quickly move to shove my tits back in my shirt, but before I have a chance, Lucian's hands are on my wrists, holding them down.
“No,” he says firmly.
“What if he can see us?” my voice is a hiss as my eyes dart from Lucian's face to the little window that the driver opened earlier.
“He can see us.”
“Lucian, I'm not into this,” I insist.
“But you are into this.” He lets my wrists go, groping both of my breasts instead. His head dips to take one of my nipples into his mouth, and I whimper slightly as he pinches it between his teeth. The small bite of pleasure-pain sends a shiver down my spine and makes my hips buck against him. He's absolutely evil.
I curl my fingers into his hair to pull him off of me, but he doesn't relent. His mouth nibbles and sucks and licks until I'm panting and weak. It only takes a moment for me to become acutely aware that he's letting me touch his hair. My fingers are in his hair. I've wanted this for so long, and since he won't let me go, I decide to enjoy it.
I bite my bottom lip as the sensation of his tongue swirling around my breast takes me to a euphoric place and makes my sex clench. All the while, I tighten and loosen my grip in his hair in time with my pleasure. It feels amazing being with him like this—not being tied up. Sure, he's still in control, but I'm also getting to enjoy things that I never have before with him. It's like I'm tasting a little piece of heaven, even though he's giving me hell for it.
“I could suck your tits all day,” Lucian mumbles as he moves from one breast to the other.
I glance back at the driver but can't really see him through the tinted window. Maybe he can't see us after all, despite what Lucian said. He probably just told me that to make me uncomfortable.
After a while, Lucian finally comes up for air. He inhales deeply before nipping at my bottom lip and drawing me into another series of kisses. I rest my body against his, my nipples beading hard against the mesh of his skirt. The grating of the material feels interesting and pleasurable, and I find myself rubbing on him a bit to keep the stimulation going.
“You're far more sexual than you give yourself credit for,” Lucian whispers as he kisses a path to my ear. His teeth clip my earlobe so hard that I cry out.
“Ow.” I pull back, touching the place where he bit me. When I look at my fingers, there's blood. “Wow.” I just stare at it, not sure what to say.
He doesn't apologize. In fact, it seems like making me bleed was all a part of his plan.
His hands clutch the bottom of my skirt, forcing it up over my ass.
“Lucian.” I try to push it back down, but he won't let me.
“When are you going to learn to call me Sir?” He leans in and sucks on my bleeding earlobe. There's something incredibly erotic about it, and I find myself relaxing. It feels almost like I'm melting against him, breaking down into a puddle of pure pleasure. I don't want the driver to see us, but I also don't want Lucian to stop.
He slips his fingers into the front of my underwear, tracing down and over my mound before finding the seam of my sex. He presses between my folds, but it's a bit hard for him to reach with my underwear giving so much resistance.
“Take these off.” He gently smacks my ass to urge me up.
“No.” I don't move.
“Take them off, or I'll rip them off,” he growls.
“I'm not taking them off.” I knit my brows at him.
He curls his fingers around the front of my underwear and rips it with one quick, hard tug. It was half-expected—partially wanted—but I still gasp.
“Lucian Reddick, what in the hell is wrong with you?” I slap at his chest.
“You. You're
what's wrong with me.” He grabs my hands and pulls me down to him for another kiss. This time, he does guide my fingers to the bulge in his pants. It's pressing so hard, desperate to get out—desperate to be inside of me.
I rub him absentmindedly as we kiss, feeling like an inexperienced idiot. You'd think I've never touched a cock before with how awkwardly my hands are moving. If he notices though, he doesn't say anything.
He slips his fingers back between my legs, parting my lips to zero in on my clit. The passes his fingertip makes around my cleft are so gentle it's almost maddening. I want him to rub me harder, and my hips buck towards his hand to indicate that.
“Someone's needy,” he teases, turning his hand over and moving it farther down.
Within an instant, I feel his thick digits probing at my entryway. He pushes one finger inside of me, curling it so that his palm is bearing down on my clit as he rubs my inner walls. I tilt my head back and moan. This wasn't supposed to happen. We weren't supposed to be together tonight. But damn it, I just can't resist him.
“Oh God,” I whisper into his ear as he forces another finger into me, stretching me.
“You're so fucking wet for me,” his words are dark and sensual.
He hooks an arm around my neck as if he's trying to pull me down farther onto his fingers. Our lips meet, and his kiss is full of heat. I pant against his mouth as he begins pumping his fingers up into me. The pressure of his palm on my clit is heavenly. I can barely think through all the pleasure I'm feeling.
“You're going to come all over my hand, and then you're going to come all over my dick.”
“No. I can't. He might see.” I want to look back to see if the driver is watching us, but I refuse to be parted from Lucian's perfect lips. Kissing him is driving my climax to a deeper place. My hips grind into his hand, seeking out that moment when nothing else in the entire world matters other than my body's response to being with him.
It's not long before I find it. My orgasm wrecks me, making me clamp down on his fingers and stifle the urge to scream. It's so damn good that I'm sure all of Florida would hear me if I were brave enough to express myself. As it is, the magical moment has to pass over me in silence. My enjoyment of his touch isn't lost on Lucian though. He pushes his fingers as far into me as they can go and puts pressure on my clit in slow tight circles.