The Reward

by Jade A. Waters

  “This will be so hot, Maya. The question is, should I undress you or not?”

  When I opened my eyes, I understood the sentiment was not for me to answer. Dean swayed me in his arms while he pretended to consider, the tension between us so electric I barely made out the sounds behind us. Dean kept a hand clasped on my ass, and with the other, he toyed his fingers along my collarbone, then down to the lacing that ran from the bottom of the dress and up between my breasts. The corner of his lips turned up when he started to undo the bow I’d tied there, his gaze heady as an intense wave of anticipation started to crash through me.

  “I think you’ll look beautiful on that, tied up and all mine...”

  He’d unfastened the bow, and now Dean began unlacing me, alternating between working on the strings and stroking my skin until he surprised me with a quick graze of my exposed cunt. My head dropped back and I whimpered, his fingers teasing the wet pool between my folds before they came back up to finish unlacing me. Each pull on the strands created a rough, gritty ripping sound as he tugged them free, and under the dim lights and the warm air embracing us while he held on to me, I struggled to stand on my feet.

  “Dean... Jesus.”

  Dean grinned, but he didn’t stop working. He gripped my ass tighter with his palm and unlaced me to the waist. “I want it just like this.” With his concentrated stare, his hand hovered above my belly, like the view was tormenting him as much as him stripping me down did for me. When he moved again, he shifted the fabric to my belly to gather it in a bunch that rubbed my skin in a distracting manner. But once he lowered his hand down to stroke my clit, I succumbed, leaning into him while he guided me toward the structure. “Lay over it, kitten.”

  Hazy, foggy, I did what I was told. Dean played with the dials to adjust each piece, positioning the main slant I leaned against for me to be at an almost vertical angle. Next he shifted the arm pieces to raise them high, leaving my upper arms not far from my ears. Against the leather cushion, my nipples hardened, and my stomach flexed beneath the rumpled layers of my dress when I pressed close. I had to lift onto my toes to mount it properly, but the feel of the leather panel that ran mid-thigh and a good foot above my head sent shivers up my legs. Except for the bundle of fabric blocking my waist, the chill of the leather against my naked skin made me sensitive, as did the rub of it close to my clit. I stilled and Dean stepped in front of me, such a mesmerizing, lusty expression on his face, I felt the beat of my heart clear out to my fingertips.

  “You look so good here.” Dean crouched down to our bag and unzipped it while I rested my cheek on the leather. Even untied thus far I felt strung up, bound by the knowledge that others were watching, that Dean expected me to submit to him here. And that I wanted nothing more. Off to the side, I saw acts continuing on near us that hadn’t ceased, as well as more people who’d entered the room. Some of them stood close, watching. Watching me. The thrill to my senses elevated when Dean stood, rope in hand, and then stroked fingertips along my back. “Are you excited?”

  “Oh my God...yes.” I couldn’t tear my eyes from his, and when he tested my pussy with a deep thrust of his finger, I whimpered. My head was spinning, circling faster with his move to fasten me to the chair. The weave of our rope around one of my wrists seized my heart, the familiar grit of the coarse strands knocking aside whatever calm remained. Being watched, feeling him slowly tie me—it was too much, the promise of ecstasy alighting my brain and forcing my shoulders into a squeeze while Dean wound the coils around my limbs. The pleather of my dress had grown damp with the cool hint of sweat on my skin, such a strange contrast to the rest of me, heated by my exposure. Dean threaded the loose end of the rope through one of the hooks on the arm piece and tugged, the sliding sound tickling my ears before he extended my arm above. He circled around to run his palm down my back and over my ass, abruptly smacking me so that I lurched against the bench. “Fuck!”

  “You’ve gotten quiet. Tell me how you feel, gorgeous. Don’t stop telling me if you want your reward.”

  Oh, God...the reward. Knowing he’d make me come here, in front of whomever may be watching, made my heart patter faster. Everything felt intense, his fingers tickling over my flesh, sneaking between my thighs to encourage me. I moaned and muttered, “I’m on edge. Already.”

  “Good. Then spread these beautiful legs, naughty girl. I want to rev you up more.” I panted and did as I was told, because I needed more of his touch. I wriggled my ass in hopes he’d oblige, and when his fingers sank in fast, I cried out.

  “Oh, yes!”

  “You’re dripping. Christ, I bet you’ll taste divine.”

  I clenched my eyes shut when Dean stole his hand away and came back to the head of the chair to tie up my other wrist. I was drowning in the build-up, in the comments of people behind us, the weighted stares of those who positioned themselves to watch. With my legs spread, I knew they could see my cunt, and this turned me on more. I rocked my hips until my clit almost rubbed the leather panel, desperate and needing, suffering through the most exquisite, erotic torture for the next few minutes while Dean continued. I felt the bite of the coil as he bound my other wrist, the gritty sound of the rope running through metal and teasing my ears. I gave in to the pull of it once he secured me with my entire torso flush against the leather seat. Dean patted my forearms, and I jerked open my eyes. I was wound up, floating outside of my head, and the finger he trailed from my shoulder down to my ass cheek before he smacked me again did nothing to temper it.

  “Yes. We should have done this sooner... I’ve missed seeing how excited you get in public.”

  I couldn’t speak. My eyelids fluttered at the press of Dean’s entire body against my back. The pressure of being smashed between him and the leather made me shake, as did the heavy breath he blew into my ear. I gritted my teeth and Dean wedged his hand between us, taking a lazy cup of my ass and slipping his fingers between my thighs.

  “You’re so silky inside. Do you know how many people are watching, lovely?” Comprehending anything outside his touch was beyond me, his fingers digging deep. “Men and women alike...because you, strung up, are such a sight. I can’t wait to fuck you, Maya. For everyone to see you when you come around me, bound like this. Here.”

  I tipped my head toward the leather. I ached to clench my thighs in an attempt to trap his fingers inside, but I worried he’d stop, and I whimpered with the thrust of his fingers along my sensitive walls before he drew them out to massage my clit.

  “Fuck,” I moaned.

  “Don’t forget. I want you to tell me what you want. Everything you feel.” He rubbed harder and I groaned. “I’ll do anything for you.” His mouth covered my ear in a heated breath, his fingers searching inside. “Tell me.”

  “Taste me,” I blurted.

  “With pleasure. Then?”

  I gasped. “Fuck...flog me.” His fingers had dug deep again, and I wrenched up my head, the words easy to say with how riled I was.

  “Yes. What else?”

  “Fuck me. Don’t make me wait, please.”

  “That I can’t promise. I love how frenzied you get when I make you wait.”

  Dean backed away to leave me cold, and I squirmed. The room had grown warm, the voices of people loud behind us. I heard a woman wail in pleasure, then a shriek between the crisp sound of lashes hitting someone’s skin.

  “Dean, please...”

  He caught me off guard, coming at me from below. His mouth smashed up against my cunt and his nose rubbed between the cheeks of my ass, and I cried out, my temperature shooting high. Dean moved his hands along my upper thighs, his fingers joining the drive of his tongue inside my hole. God, I was losing my mind, my face numb with the crazed inhalations I took and my shoulders tensing until the rope dug into my wrists. The vibration of Dean’s mouth when he moaned sent me into overload alongside the hearty thrusts of his fingers
, and with the slip of his tongue inside my ass and him fingering my cunt in deep, slow stabs, I was about to lose my mind. Pleasure threatened to tear me apart, ecstasy preparing to cascade through my veins before Dean pulled quickly away.

  “Uh-uh. Not yet, love.”

  I drooped and wailed. Desperate, I rocked against the leather seat, the rope biting my flesh, the wave of bliss that had almost sucked me under damn near blinding me it receded so fast. It took me a bit to calm down, and the realization that we’d only begun spread goose bumps over my arms. “Oh, shit,” I whispered. Dean came around to face me, my wetness coating his mouth when he pitched in to kiss me. I licked the taste of me off his lips and moaned while he thrust his tongue against mine to capture me in a longing kiss.

  “You’re too, too good.” He stepped back to unbutton his shirt to the waist, and as he stripped it away, I blinked. He was gorgeous, trim, firm and mine, driving me mad in the middle of a BDSM club. The thought took over my brain before he bent to pull our flogger from the bag, and after he stood and met my gaze again, I said the one thing I knew more than anything.

  “I love you, Dean.”

  “And I love you. It’s why I love pleasing you so much.” Dean granted me a quick kiss before returning to his place behind me, and I braced myself for what was to come while the turmoil of my near orgasm still teased every cell of my body. I curled my fingers into fists and arched up my ass, wanting to do everything right for him, and his pleased grunt did nothing but crank up the burn. “Are you ready?”

  “Yes!”

  He started slow, one soft kiss of the tassels against the skin of my ass. I hadn’t stopped quivering, and my nerve endings felt electrified when Dean made another light swish over me. I heard mumbles behind us that weren’t from Dean—male and female voices, amused, and I clenched my pussy tight, incredibly aroused on display like this. Dean struck harder, pausing to rub my ass cheek before he aimed his next lash across the full width of my ass. I moaned and fought against the rope, my skin on fire despite the focused attention to my ass. After Dean’s next, harder strike, he pressed close to growl in my ear, which was still ringing from the overpowering sensation of every lash he’d taken.

  “You’re so sexy... I can’t wait to fuck you after I turn your skin red.”

  “Fuck, yes, please.” Dean eased a finger inside to test me before pulling away, the provocation speeding my breath. The tangy scent of sex drifted into my nose, but I was too delirious to know if it was me or someone nearby. I didn’t have time to distinguish which one it was, because the next lash of the flogger came fast, a sharp sting across both cheeks, and I lurched onto my toes as numerous gasps came from behind me in what sounded like pleasure for what they’d seen.

  “Beautiful, isn’t she?” The comment Dean made to someone else confirmed my suspicion and had my eyes shutting tight in overload. My body started to shudder before he struck again, the voices that complimented the view—of my ass—making it hard to breathe. The pressure of the suede leather slapped harder and harder with each new lash he made, a biting sound that filled my ears, but every few strikes, Dean cupped and caressed my skin with the warmth of his palm. The temperature spread into my hips and up around my belly when he used more of his strength on the next several lashes, and I cried out every time. But the sudden thrust of his fingers between my thighs subdued the burn, and once Dean clutched my ass cheek in his hand, I started to beg.

  “Please... Fuck me. I need you.”

  “Do you?”

  “Yes, God. Please!”

  The flogger clattered on the floor. Dean’s bare chest pressed against my back, his mouth hot on my neck. He kissed the underside of my jaw while his fingers wedged between us, and I felt him fumbling to unfasten his slacks. I didn’t care that he didn’t bother to remove them. I needed him inside me.

  “Please, now!”

  “How can I resist you?” Dean arched up, his cock nudging against my cunt, his grasp rubbing it along my wet opening and teasing me with the glides he made back and forth. “You’ve been so good, Maya.”

  I yanked against the rope. Everything spun. “Now, please. Please!”

  When he sank his cockhead inside, a full-body shudder took me over.

  “You’re on fire, so hot...” Dean thrust all the way in with no effort at all, and he kept himself deep while he repositioned his torso to line my back with his chest. He slid his hands between the leather and my breasts, gripping my flesh before he withdrew and thrust again. “Yes. Do you want to come?”

  “Yes! Please, don’t stop. Don’t, don’t stop...”

  “Never, love.” Dean reared back and thrust again, his hold firm on my breasts, his nails digging into my skin to send searing heat under every inch of my skin. When he took another stab inside, I was too dizzy to see, too stunned to speak, craving him more than ever. I gave in as he started to fuck me faster, the edge of his slacks chafing the tender skin of my ass, murmurs coming from people behind us about how we looked together, and all I wanted was this—Dean, us, the surrender to him I never wanted to end.

  “Fuck. Fuck!” I sucked in a breath of air as he drove in with all his might. He bit the back of my neck, shattering me into a stream of broken wails that spurred him on. My entire body spasmed when he let me come, the rope digging into my wrists with how hard I pulled back to meet Dean, his girth filling me in deep thrusts to ride the contractions inside me.

  “Yes. Oh, yes!” He clamped his mouth on my shoulder with a loud grunt and buried himself to the hilt when he came seconds behind me, his pleasure bursting within in a warm gush. I smashed my mouth to the leather before me, tasting it on my lips and stunned by the waves racing my body while Dean stayed lodged inside. He panted against my back almost as hard as I did on the leather panel. “Holy fuck, Maya.”

  In the distance, I heard more voices, moans and strikes. But they were miles away from us, the feel of Dean’s skin on mine, the skim of his lips over my neck. The subtle jerks of his cock inside me brought me down from the heavens we’d rocketed into with such ease.

  “You’re amazing,” I said, my voice raspy.

  “I wouldn’t be without you.” The words engulfed my heart, as did the touch of his fingers drifting up to my hair, brushing it aside to layer kisses along the swoop of my shoulder. He eased back, the slip of his softened cock out of me making me pout. It was funny—I was hyper aware that we were in the middle of a room with people, some of them even commenting on us and what we’d done—and yet all that mattered was Dean, the graze of his fingers while he came around to face me, the sparkle in his eyes beneath the neon lights as he gently started to untie me.

  “I don’t know if I can move,” I said.

  “I’ll help.” Carefully, Dean took me down. He clutched me against his chest, helping my dress back over my hips and swaying me in place once more. It was like we’d returned to our own private dance, oblivious to everything around us before he grasped my chin and raised my mouth to his.

  I closed my eyes while we kissed, riveted by how happy I was and the flight of my heart.

  “Stay or go?” Dean whispered.

  “I think you knocked the wind out of me...”

  “Go, then?”

  I looped my arms over his shoulders, glowing in my post-orgasmic high. “Is that okay?”

  “More than okay,” he said, kissing the tip of my nose.

  I tilted my head before he led me away, his hands massaging my arms while we moved through sights and scenes that didn’t register at all. Not with the smile on Dean’s face, so wide as we gathered our things and headed back to our house. Our fingers remained intertwined over the center console of his BMW for the entirety of the drive. We spoke little, but there was such a perfect, comfortable air with the occasional glances we made at one another. After we parked in the driveway and Dean helped me inside, he guided us up the stairs.


  “To bed,” he said. I moved where he led me, weak but glad we’d gone. Dean flicked on the light and stripped off my coat and dress, and he flashed me his mischievous grin after I scooted across the sheets and he followed in naked beside me.

  “You okay there?” I teased, amused by the childlike sparkle in his eyes. The sheets felt good on my sensitive skin, and though I was tired, I craved his arms around me all over again.

  “I’m good. I’m great,” he corrected. He lifted the sheets up to our shoulders and weaved his arms around my waist. When he tugged me into his chest and started to kiss me, even as sated as I was, the feel of his body enthralled me. It was impossible not to melt into him while we lay there kissing, until Dean broke away with a satisfied nod. “I’m glad we got out.”

  “Me, too. It was fun.”

  “It was.” He pulled back to prop his head on his elbow, taking a strum of my nipple with the crook of his finger. “But there’s more.”

  “More?” I shifted my head on the pillow. “I don’t know if I have it in me...”

  Dean trailed his finger down my side. He traced it across the top of my mound in a sensual sway and asked, “Are you worn out?”

  “A little. Mostly...coasting. Spun out.” I leaned forward to brush my mouth across his. “You make me fly out into space with the things you do to me, you know.”

  “Good. Because those things we do...they’re part of why I love you.” He kissed me back, the press of his lips slow but firm, the wetness of our mouths making small clicks before he sampled my bottom lip with a suck. It bid open my eyes, and a flicker of joy shot down my spine before he leaned away. “I love that you’re mine. How sexy you are when we play. How much you love it. And how impossible it is not to keep loving you more.”