“Spread your legs until I tell you to stop.”
It never even occurred to Haleigh to protest, especially if it had anything to do with soft feminine hands and her dripping sex.
“Good. Stop there. Cuffs on your pretty ankles to match your wrists and a nice big bar between your legs. This way you can’t rub those lovely thighs together. We don’t want you coming before your big debut, right?”
By the time she was done talking Haleigh couldn’t close her legs, making her feel exposed and raw. Her heart beat inside her chest, as if it were a drum, and then missed a couple contractions when Jenna licked the sensitive spot of flesh at the top of her thigh where it connected to her crotch.
“Mmm…I can smell cinnamon on your wet snatch. I want to lick you until you scream.” She nosed up her clit one time, and Haleigh sucked in a sharp breath. “But I can’t.”
Haleigh didn’t know if she repeated the last few words for her own benefit of Jenna’s.
The blindfold was still in place, forcing her to concentrate on Jenna’s hypnotic voice and the slightly rough coil of rope being rubbed back and forth along her stomach.
“Rope can be addictive. Feeling the threads against your skin can become a high most junkies would give up drugs to have. It can be soft and sexy or leave welts on you for weeks afterward, depending on who’s tying you,” she explained, wrapping Haleigh’s torso in length after length of soft rope.
“Some women and men like it super tight, constricting their breathing. Others only want to feel pretty. This one is going to be a little bit of both.”
“How do you know how to do this? Where do you learn something like this?”
Jenna stopped moving for several seconds then started again. Her gentle fingers handled the rope as if she’d been doing it for years. Even without her sight, Haleigh could tell some kind of intricate pattern was taking shape around her breasts.
“I learned from a Japanese Shibari master almost six years ago. I fell in love with rope during my time with him.”
“Did you love him?”
Jenna snickered. “He’s about forty years older than I am. He was kind of like a grandfather to me. I did love him, just not in a sexual way.”
Before she could ask any more questions, Jenna continued. “I’m just about done. Let me take off your blindfold so you can see how tempting you are.”
Jenna removed the satin covering her eyes. Light assaulted Haleigh’s eyelids, and she squeezed them shut. She blinked rapidly, staring at Jenna’s handiwork in the mirror in front of her.
She gasped at the beauty of it.
Row upon row of gray silk highlighted her slender waist and breasts. “It’s beautiful. How’d you weave the rope like that? And so quickly… I’m like a model.”
“A fetish model no less. Especially tied up so you can’t get away.” She lowered her arms and untied them before removing the spreader bar.
“I can’t believe I’m not climbing the walls. When you first put that oil on I would have sold my soul for an orgasm.”
Jenna knelt by her feet and helped Haleigh put on a pair of white panties. They didn’t look like any panties she’d ever seen before. The crotch had a small dildo built into them, which Jenna slipped inside her sex, making her groan.
“Funny thing about that oil. It comes to life again as it gets warm. When you’re aroused, the more turned-on you get, the hotter it burns.”
Haleigh’s lips made a tiny smack as her jaw fell open. The oil heated up around the dildo, making her clit pulse with need. She twitched her pelvis, but with the dildo in place she couldn’t get enough friction on her clit.
Jenna stood, releasing Haleigh’s hair from her messy bun. She fluffed it along her back, smiling at their reflection in the mirror.
“Oh yeah. Wet dream and a half.” She shifted the cuffs behind her and re-latched them. “Let’s get you to your men. I’m sure they are more than ready after our little show.”
They rode the elevator, making their way down to the main bar area. Twenty people sat and stood here and there. Oscar, another familiar face, tended to things behind the bar. He stopped wiping a towel along the wood, giving her a naughty grin and a once-over.
Haleigh was too aroused to hide. The day before, she would have slunk through, trying to find the perfect way to merge wall and flower.
Today, beauty radiated from her in Jenna’s corset. She couldn’t believe the time and effort she had put into it. Pride filled her as she stared at a talent she didn’t think she could ever learn.
“You’re going to be one of the most covered-up subs here tonight but that’s hot. You don’t have to be naked to get attention.”
Haleigh whispered, “My pussy’s quivering. So are my breasts. I can’t stand still. I could be wearing a trench coat and I’d still feel naked.”
“A trenchcoat…” Jenna repeated then stopped in her tracks. “Oh. My. God.”
Haleigh glanced over but she wasn’t staring at her at all. She was staring at Jackson, the security guy she’d met the first night and this afternoon as she and Kyle arrived. He stood on the other side of the room talking to another big guy. She thought his name was Nick.
“You’re a freakin’ genius,” Jenna exclaimed.
“What are you talking about?”
“Let’s get you to your men. I’ve got some matchmaking to do.”
“You’re scary. You know that?”
Jenna flashed her teeth again and winked at her. “So they tell me.”
Chapter Eleven
A crowd of people stood inside the main demonstration room, clustered around the stage. It could have been filled to capacity and Haleigh would have known exactly where Kyle and Scott were.
They were pretty close to the front, staring right at her.
She couldn’t have stopped her smile if she’d tried.
Scott stood in leather pants and nothing else. He never glanced away. His focus remained on her, searing her with its intensity. She knew he was forcing her to see his lust for her. All of her. Even the parts that she’d been told would make her undesirable.
Kyle handed the monitor to Jenna and she gave him a thin white device. It looked like a remote control and he slipped it in the pocket of his leather pants. The collar circling his neck made her pussy twinge and she moaned low and closed her eyes, trying desperately to get her arousal under control.
“Have fun,” Jenna whispered in her ear while unlatching her cuffs. She gave her a peck on the cheek and was gone.
Kyle was behind her, Scott in front, sandwiching her, tugging a sigh from her at the contact.
“Did you see me with her?” Haleigh asked shyly. The last thing she wanted was to do something that made either of them disapprove of her.
“Hottest fucking thing I’ve seen in a long time,” Scott admitted then claimed her mouth, palming her cheeks, angling her head just how he liked it.
Kyle nipped her neck, grinding his erection against her ass. “I want audio next time, which I’ve already talked to Chris about. Seeing you with Jenna, damn, it was intense. No doubt I’d have blown a load being able to hear what she said to you. What your reactions were. How loud you moaned. Oh, to be a fly on that wall.”
Haleigh locked onto the dildo, trembling from arousal in a space full of strangers. They didn’t feel like strangers though. She’d never felt more at home.
“She didn’t let me come. I’m so close. That cinnamon oil burns—”
“In the best of ways,” Scott tried to convince her. “I’m gonna lick it off later, or order Kyle to do it.” Kyle ground against her backside again as he nibbled on her neck.
“Chris is about to take the stage,” Scott muttered, nipping her earlobe. “He’s going to be demonstrating a single-tail whip, which is his specialty.” A coil of leather hanging from Scott’s pants brushed her bare thigh. “I’ve got a couple new ones I’m dying to try out. We’ll see if you last ’til later.”
“Why, wouldn’t…aye…” Vibration inside h
er pussy kicked on, and whatever she was going to say dissolved into arousal.
“Bet Jenna forgot to tell you the special toy we bought for you also comes with a remote control.” Kyle held up the small remote over her shoulder, showing her what was going to kill her.
Death by orgasm. What a fantastic way to go.
Chris, the man she’d met at CJ’s, made his way up the steps on the left side of the stage, stopping in the middle. He had a single-tailed whip clutched in his fist.
Thankfully, Kyle had some compassion left and switched off the vibration. Her pierced nipple scraped across the rope when she breathed and a quiet moan slipped out.
“Consider your whip an extension of your body. You control it. You are responsible for it. And I can’t stress enough you need to practice for hours before throwing at another person. The last thing you need is a trip to the ER because you had no clue what you were doing.” Chris began.
He cracked the whip and her heart stopped.
One of the sexiest sounds she’d ever heard. She clutched Kyle’s palm and held on to the waistband of Scott’s pants.
“You have to control your speed. If it’s too slow, the strike won’t connect. Too fast and you’ll tear skin.” He brought it down, the leather snapping at the end. The biting sound crackled through the room, creating an intense sexual energy she’d never experienced before.
It was like a dance. An emotional ballet as the leather floated in the air then cracked inside the room as if it were some kind of thunder.
It reminded her of an orgasm. All the tension building up then exploding at the apex of the strike. She watched with supreme concentration.
“You have to learn your equipment. Master it alone before you decide to try it on someone else. No Dom can practice enough. I suggest two to three days a week minimum. And folks, please. Don’t stand in your front yard in nothing but your birthday suit broadcasting your specific kink.”
A lower murmur of laughter trickled from person to person. Haleigh moaned instead. Kyle turned the dildo on again. She clamped her teeth shut, trying to stay quiet.
“Is your pussy wet, Butterfly?” Kyle murmured beside her.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered truthfully.
The vibration inside her core turned her brain to mush. She leaned against Kyle, latching on to his pants, trying desperately to keep her hands out of her panties.
“I thought Kyle was crazy for ordering those, but I’ve sure as shit changed my mind. Well worth it if we can get you to come with the rest of the people standing all around. We’re gonna see how long you can last without coming. Restraint and disciple are two of the most important things you’ll learn.” Scott squeezed her breasts.
Her pussy sucked on the dildo, making her jaw go slack. The vibration reverberated lower with the increased pressure. She tried to move her feet farther apart to lessen the pressure. Her orgasm barreled down on her like a freight train.
Kyle wedged his palm between her thighs, thrusting the dildo harder inside her.
She gasped low, choking off the sound, shaking her head, trying desperately to hold off. Kyle flipped the vibration off and she moaned. From frustration or thankfulness, she wasn’t sure.
Scott continued, whispering in her ear so only the three of them could hear. “The corset’s new for me. Don’t think she’s ever tied a submissive at The Library before and she’s been here for years.”
“She said…special. Hope…thank her.”
Scott’s nostrils flared at her obvious distress. “You’ll get your shot at her another day.”
Kyle slid his finger beneath the side of her panties, glancing off her clit once. She slammed her eyelids closed, gripping Scott’s forearms like the pressure alone could keep her from coming.
She concentrated as hard as she could on Chris, desperately trying not to come in the middle of his speech.
“You shouldn’t let anyone punish your sub for you unless the very act of it is a part of the punishment itself. This is one of your main responsibilities as a Dominant.”
“Really?” A woman’s snide tone trickled up to the stage, making Haleigh’s hair on the back of her neck stand up. Chris jerked his gaze toward the far end of the room, along with everyone else.
“So you preach it but you don’t live it. Hmm…”
Granted, Haleigh had only met Chris once, but it was easy to see him change. He went from instructor to full-out Dom in less than the time it took some people to scramble out of his way.
He stomped past them, stopping within a hairsbreadth of a beautiful blonde woman.
“What’s happening?” Haleigh asked nervously. All three of them were focused on the couple facing off.
“That’s Cyn, Chris and Jared’s submissive and soon-to-be wife, from what I heard earlier,” Scott replied, clearly confused.
“Chris has demons,” Kyle added.
“Why would she be egging him on? He looks so angry.”
“She loves him and Jared more than life itself. Something must have happened…”
Chris ripped Cyn’s t-shirt down the middle and practically carried her to the stage. Nick, one of the employees at the club, shadowed them, stopping at a control panel on the floor next to the raised platform.
“Is he going to hurt her?” Haleigh murmured as they maneuvered closer. Arousal pounded through her and the charge in the air didn’t help subdue it.
“Yes,” Scott responded. “She’s called him out in front of all of us. Jared’s normally the one to dole out punishment but he’s not here. Chris has no choice but to handle it.”
Chris shoved her to her knees, and what could have been minutes or hours later every piece of her was bound in some way to an elevated platform.
For an instant, Cyn and Haleigh’s gazes locked.
Haleigh forgot to breathe. Awareness shimmied through her, making her limbs shake.
Kyle and Scott flanked her, seemingly ready to step forward on Cyn’s behalf, but what passed between Cyn and her was instantaneous.
This was her choice. Her decision, and she made it with her heart and eyes wide open. Haleigh didn’t understand how she knew it but she did, down to the marrow of her bones.
Chris walked in front of Cyn, severing their connection. Haleigh panted, clutching Kyle’s and Scott’s hands.
“I’ve never seen Chris strung so tight. Somebody needs to stop this,” Kyle suggested. He paced away but Haleigh hung on tight.
“She’s okay,” she whispered.
“You can’t know that,” Kyle countered.
“Can’t I?” She focused on him. “Whatever this is, it’s her choice. Her decision. No one should take that from her.”
Jared appeared beside them, looking resigned. He definitely knew what Cyn was up to, but he didn’t look very pleased with her decision. “She’s right. This is Cyn’s choice, and one of the reasons I love her so much.” He spoke to them but he never looked away from Cyn.
Tears welled in Haleigh’s eyes, threatening to spill along her cheeks, at his obvious devotion.
She dashed them away, trying to hide her weakness.
Jared climbed the stairs to be with his brother and the woman they loved.
Kyle or Scott switched on the dildo. Haleigh cried out, sucking in her bottom lip, trying to trap the sound.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Scott murmured in her ear. “Submission is a part of you. It’s inside you, so close to the surface you could see what Cyn was doing when all we could see was fear.” He pushed beneath her panties, trapping her clit with the rough pads of his fingers.
“Oh God…”
Kyle hooked her cuffs together behind her head, then grabbed her around the throat. “I can’t wait to be inside you again. The scent of your pussy is more than I can take. It’s taunting me, enticing me to stake my claim on you. Right here. Right now.”
Haleigh almost came from his words alone.
How long had she waited to mean that much to someone?
To mean that
much to him.
She stared at Scott, whose breathing escalated as his erection pressed against her hip.
The pressure on her throat wasn’t that far away from the sensation of a tight collar, squeezing her, loving her. If they hadn’t been holding her up she would have crumpled to the floor. She tingled from head to toe, and the scent of cinnamon tickled her nose.
Kyle tunneled between the cheeks of her behind, spreading wetness to her rear. Delicious pain flared as he worked one of his fingers inside.
“I need—”
“To come,” Kyle finished.
“Come for us. Come because we told you to. Come for us because you can’t say no.”
Kyle stretched her asshole, shoving another digit inside.
Scott flicked her tight nubbin, flipping the vibration to high inside her pussy.
One of the men on stage cracked a whip.
The gasp of the crowd that followed…it was like the pause that happens after tripping a demolition igniter and before the actual explosion. That pregnant pause of time where everyone holds his breath, waiting for the cloud of fire.
They ignited her.
She opened her mouth on a silent scream.
Her orgasm flashed along her nerve endings, like det cord. It flashed at seventeen hundred miles per second, whipping along her limbs, erupting inside her core. Her pussy and ass pulsated, sucking at Kyle’s invading fingers and the toy inside her.
“Let me hear it, princess.” Scott rubbed her clit, heating the oil, shooting fire all the way to her womb. Kyle squeezed her throat, constricting her air flow.
A wail erupted inside her. She couldn’t stifle it; there was no way to hold it back. Her cry of pleasure joined that of the submissive Cyn. They came at the same time, writhing between their men.
Haleigh came in a room full of people.
There was no judgment there.
No fear.
No hesitation.
Only joy.
Acceptance.
I’m home jumped to her mind and she would have screamed again but her voice was shattered.
Tears fell as she blinked. Her body quaked with aftershocks as her men strummed her body.
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