“Yes, Sir.”
“And your safe words?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Give me your color.”
“Green, Sir.”
His satisfied smile had everything to do with the way their scripted start both calmed and excited her. He dropped his hand to rest on the back of her chair. “I gave you an order. I expect immediate compliance.”
Her gaze darted around the room, but she slipped her hands under the table and squirmed for a few seconds. Then she pressed her balled-up panties against his pant leg. He didn't push the fact that she kept it hidden from the general public. He wasn't much of an exhibitionist.
However he did intend to make her have an orgasm in the middle of this crowd. He deposited her panties in his pocket and withdrew the butterfly from his other one. He loved this remote control stimulator. It vibrated against her clit, and the small protrusion would whet her appetite to have something larger filling her pussy.
Taking her hands in his, he pressed the butterfly into her palms. “Put this on, sweetheart. We're going to dance. You're going to come when I tell you to come. For this show of obedience, you will earn ten lashes with the single tail.”
Her gaze lifted. Excitement made her eyes widen and her nostrils flare. “What if I fail?”
He pushed a strand of hair away from her cheek. “Then you have to drop to your knees and blow me in the parking lot. If you succeed, I'll let you wait until we get back to your house to show your appreciation on your knees.”
Her tongue darted out, and she licked her lips. He knew how much she liked to give head. The things he normally used as punishments—threats of the whip or unrequited oral sex—didn't work on Darcy. She loved both things. He had been forced to find new punishments. Navigating a D/s relationship with her definitely challenged his creative skills. She dreaded less time with the flogger, but he walked a fine line with that too. As he'd found out that first night, sometimes she needed that kind of stimulation to calm her nerves.
That meant he needed to reassure her tonight's challenge wasn't meant as a punishment, which was why he offered a reward for her obedience.
This time she didn't look around as she bent down and stepped her feet through the straps that would hold the device in place around her thighs. Additionally Malcolm would assist her in keeping it from slipping once they were on the dance floor. She lifted her bottom. One hand disappeared under her skirt. She wiggled and shifted.
“I have lube.” He should have put it on before he handed it to her.
She shot him a look that said she had it under control. “I don't need lube. I almost came just from the idea you were going to use a single tail on me. If anything, I now have a wet spot on the back of my skirt, Sir.”
He leaned in and kissed her, partly as a reward for her honesty and partly because he couldn't help himself. He craved the taste of her kiss and the feel of her lips anywhere. His body temperature increased, and his cock responded to her soft acquiescence. Tearing himself away from the kiss, he helped her to her feet.
She took his hand and followed him to the dance floor. The techno beat had nothing on the sensuality of the Latin beat they had enjoyed on their first date, but he could work with it. Once he found a suitable place in the midst of all the dancers, she moved into his embrace, automatically placing her hands on his biceps.
He rewarded her with a kiss and slid his thigh between her legs. “That'll help keep your butterfly in place.” He didn't bother to reiterate the rules. If she broke them, he would punish her by keeping her on the edge of orgasm without allowing her to come. Or perhaps he would make her come over and over again. He had yet to find out what truly made her submit.
Her gaze had dropped to his chest, and he knew she was concentrating on the feel of the butterfly shifting between her legs. He moved in time to the rhythm, rocking his thigh against her pussy. She matched his movements, but with her gracefulness, it looked more like dancing and less like dry fucking. He reached into his pocket and activated the vibrator. He had it set to pulse, and the staccato stimulation thumped against his thigh.
A visible shudder shook her body, and she moaned. The sound was swallowed by the loud music and the pulsing bass, but he had no trouble hearing it anyway. He held her close with one hand on her waist and the other supporting her back.
Ignoring anything else, he danced with Darcy. He rubbed his cock against her as she ground her pelvis against him. He slid the hand on her waist to her ass and squeezed hard. She buried her moan in his neck until he wound his fingers in her hair and yanked her head back. He licked and sucked the delicate skin of her throat and thrust his tongue into her mouth.
While they weren't the most sexually explicit couple on the floor, they were certainly in the top ten. His cock pressed painfully against his slacks. If she ended up blowing him in the parking lot, he would likely come as soon as she closed her lips around the head of his cock.
But that wouldn't happen. She was close. Her lips parted, and her eyes fell to half-mast. Gasps and little squeaks grew louder and louder. Either she had forgotten the crowd, or she had faith the music would cover whatever noises she made.
“Oh God, Sir. Please may I come?”
He released her ass and tightened his arms around her body. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
She buried her face in his neck and screamed. Her body stiffened and convulsed. Malcolm slowed the rate of the pulsing to bring her down gently. By the time he cut the power, she was jelly in his arms. He hooked his arm under her knees and lifted. Her head lolled against his shoulder.
“Work with me, Darcy. We're going to sit for a little while, and then I'll take you home.”
Her muscles trembled, but she managed to curve her body into his so that it didn't look like she'd completely passed out.
The table where she'd sat before now hosted several couples. Malcolm recognized Amy among the crowd. He sat in Darcy's chair and held onto her. Immediately he signaled a waiter and ordered water.
The way Amy was seated meant Darcy couldn't see her sister's face. “What did you do to her?”
Malcolm smirked and rubbed a soothing hand up and down Darcy's back. “We danced. What did it look like I did to her?”
Amy's mouth opened and closed, no doubt as she searched for the best euphemism. “Is that what Doms do? Make you have spine-melting orgasms in public? What about the spanking and whipping parts?”
Impressed Amy had gone for an honest appraisal of the situation, he rewarded her with a smile. He couldn't help the habit. “Sometimes. It depends on the situation. Not every Dom is into administering pain. The only thing you can say for sure about Doms is that we like to be in control. When I asked Darcy to dance, I told her that she would be required to have an orgasm on the dance floor.”
Darcy stirred in his arms, but she didn't manage to shift her body or lift her head. “Theo.”
He kissed the top of her head. “It's all right, sweetheart. You take as long as you need. I'm not going anywhere.”
“I wish you wouldn't talk about what we just did. I didn't think anyone noticed.”
Several people had noticed. Some had openly watched. Since Darcy wasn't exposed, Theo didn't mind the audience. He opted to not respond to that statement. “Amy is curious. Asking questions is a good thing. It means she's trying to understand.”
Darcy relaxed back into his embrace. She either agreed with him or she didn't have the energy to argue. He wasn't under the illusion she had submitted to him yet.
“Am I allowed to talk to Darcy?”
Surprised by the question, Malcolm started. “Of course you can talk to her. She might not give you much in the way of a response for the next few minutes.”
Amy eyed Darcy's relaxed form and turned her attention back to Malcolm. “You didn't cause her any pain at all? I thought it wasn't BDSM unless pain is involved.”
There was a theme to Amy's questions. He leaned closer to her. “It sounds like you're afraid of pain, but you'
re curious about other aspects of Domination. I figured out what you don't want, Amy. What parts of it appeal to you?”
She swallowed. Her date eyed Malcolm with a small measure of jealousy and a large dose of distrust. The volume of the music meant he couldn't hear anything Amy asked, but the way she leaned into him implied a level of familiarity and intimacy.
Eyeing Darcy's relaxed form, she bit her lip the same way Darcy did when she was nervous. “Bondage. I don't know how I feel about someone telling me what to do, but I think I could enjoy being tied up. I've tried it a few times, but it never works out.”
Malcolm had several friends who would jump at the chance to help Amy discover her submissive side through bondage. Unfortunately he couldn't blow his cover to get Darcy's sister laid.
Darcy sat up and drew away from him. She narrowed her eyes and skewered Amy with her gaze. “You've tried it and you still have the nerve to judge me?”
“It was after that horrible fight we had.” Amy leaned closer to Darcy, but Malcolm still heard the words designated for Darcy's ears only. “The one we had after I told the police that Scott beat you. You said some things that really made me think about what you get out of a relationship like this. And now that you have a similar thing with Theo, you seem happy again. It's been so long since I've seen you happy. I'm not judging you, but I can't say I completely understand it.”
Darcy shifted in his arms, turning around to face Amy. She hugged her sister tight and said something Malcolm didn't catch. Then she tugged at his hand. “Let's go, Theo.”
In the parking lot, Malcolm held Darcy's hand and opened the passenger door for her. He slid into the driver's seat and looked at the sated woman in his car. The heady scent of her climax wafted on thin ribbons of air. “You can take off the butterfly. There's a clean plastic bag in the glove compartment.”
She lifted her hips. He caught a glimpse of her pale thigh in the light cast by the harsh fluorescents of the parking lot lamps.
Curiosity got the better of him. “What did you say to Amy before we left?”
The bag rattled as she deposited the device for later cleaning. “I told her we'd find her a Dom. Between the two of us, we have to know someone who would want to spend an evening tying up my sister. On paper you sound perfect for her, but I'm not willing to give you up.”
He started the engine and threaded his fingers through hers. “That's good to know. I'm not willing to be given up.”
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Chapter Ten
Streetlights flashed by as Theo drove through downtown Ann Arbor, heading away from the busy nightlife and toward Theo's borrowed apartment. He held her hand across the console. It was a little after ten, and she thanked her stars that she'd taken a power nap that afternoon. She'd waited so long for this experience.
“My place is better for using the single tail because I need space to swing the whip. It's only four feet long, but I like to have about ten feet of clearance. And the higher ceilings are nice.”
Never having experienced a single tail, she didn't know what the length of the whip had to do with anything. She trusted Theo to know how to use his equipment. He didn't strike her as someone who would use an implement unless he was comfortable with it. “That's fine. I'm okay with staying at your place.”
He turned the radio off in the middle of a Pearl Jam song, which suited Darcy just fine. Anytime she heard one, she couldn't get the image of the demonic facial expressions that Eddie Vedder had used in the video out of her head.
“I have a bench and a cross at the apartment. I'm going to need to restrain your wrists. I can't take the chance you'll move. This is the kind of thing where aim is very important. You can end up with cuts, deep bruises, even scars if this is done incorrectly.”
While she understood his reasoning and she appreciated the care and concern he showed, she wasn't keen on being restrained. However she knew he wouldn't whip her unless she was bound. The things she liked about him were the things that drove him to insist on those safety precautions.
“You'll leave my ankles free?” She swallowed, trying to dissolve her trepidation.
He nodded. “I don't love that idea, but I know how hard this is for you.”
They'd arrived at his parking garage. He slid his key card into the reader, and the gate opened. She didn't say anything as he parked and they made their way up to his place. This was her first visit to his borrowed apartment, and she wasn't at all curious about the decor. The hallways were beige, and his door was painted dark brown.
He opened it and motioned for her to go inside.
She did, and he closed and locked the door. She paused in the entryway, frozen by the sound signaling her submission. He'd relaxed his dominance at the club because of the company, and he hadn't topped her in the car because he had spent the time explaining what was going to happen.
Though she was nervous about having her wrists bound, she wanted this too much to let that deter her. If she couldn't handle it, she could call yellow or red. In all her years as a sub, she'd never called red. Yellow presented the logical choice because it allowed her to communicate the problem without stopping the scene.
She took a deep breath and eased to her knees, her line of vision firmly cast on the floor. Before long she felt his hand in her hair. The light caress made her yearn for more, and she had to resist turning her cheek into his palm.
The caress extended to include the shell of her ear. “You're so beautiful, Darcy. I love the way you look when you come, and I love those sounds you make. You were very good tonight.”
She melted under the force of his praise. Kind and heartfelt words got to her the way no whip ever could. The pressure of his caress eased. From the periphery of her vision, she watched as he opened his slacks. His erection pulsed behind the black cotton of his shorts. Darcy licked her lips, eager to taste the saltiness of skin.
Pushing down the waistband, he lifted his hard cock free. He stroked his hand up and down the length, tantalizing her with its proximity. “You want this, don't you, sweetheart?”
She wet her lips again, preparing to receive him however he wanted to take her. “Yes, please, Sir.”
“Use your hands, honey. Touch me before you take me in your mouth.”
He set the tone with that permission. He wouldn't be taking his pleasure in her mouth. She was to give it to him on her terms, to thank him for the orgasm in the bar. Without bothering to reply, she reached for his erection. It pulsed beneath her fingertips as she traced the smooth surface and followed that path with the tip of her tongue. She wetted him with a slow exploration, savoring every inch of his erection and dipping her head to taste his balls.
From the way he hissed when she tongued his sac, she knew she had found a sweet spot. With a tap on his inner thigh, she urged his legs farther apart. When he complied, she slid her hand underneath to cup and fondle while she eased his length into her mouth. This was her chance to show appreciation for the way he'd taken care of her in the dance club. He gripped the sides of her head, but he didn't hold her in place. She still held the power.
Swallowing, she pressed forward all the way. Theo moaned and gripped her hair hard. The pulling brought tears to her eyes and a fresh gush of cream to her pussy. She moaned a response around his dick and picked up the pace.
Seconds passed, and the balls in her hand drew up. He wasn't going to hold out for much longer. Impulsively, perhaps because she knew he was going to bind her and show her the bliss of the whip, she decided to challenge his limits in a way that would give him the same kind of spine-tingling pleasure. She slid two fingers through her cream and pressed them to his back entrance. He tensed. As he shouted his release, she eased her fingers into his anus and pressed his prostate. His body jerked and convulsed. He shoved against her harder and faster, pumping the stream of his semen down her throat. Swallowing fast and hard, she greedily claimed all of her prize.
When he finished coming, he jerked away f
rom her mouth and hands. Darcy glanced up, anticipating more praise. The thunder of his expression and the way his dark brows drew together made her recoil until she fell back, catching her ass on her heels.
He paced away from her, turned around and fixed his clothes, and then stood still with his hands on his hips. The rigid set of his back revealed everything. He had expressly forbidden anal contact. Yet he had come so hard that she couldn't find it in her heart to be contrite about crossing that boundary. He regularly crossed her boundaries, but he always explained what and why beforehand.
She lowered her gaze and resolved to accept her punishment with grace, all the while hoping to hell he didn't rescind his promise of using the single tail. While she didn't mind being punished, she hated losing a reward.
Finally he pivoted to face her again. His expression was hard, but she read the ire behind the mask. “You've earned a punishment, Darcy. Can you tell me why?”
She bit her lip in an attempt to hold in the first comment that came to mind, but it didn't help. “Because I massaged your prostate and made you come harder than you've ever come before.”
Incredulity and shock manifested on his face before he slipped back behind a mask she was learning to read very well. “You're not at all contrite.” He laughed, but it wasn't the good kind of laugh. “I'll teach you contrition. Maybe a little bit of true submission too.”
Darcy drew a sharp breath. She hadn't realized he knew she played at submission, but she should have. Her heart pounded.
The apartment opened up after the short entryway. Closed doors led to the right and left, but the archway across from the front door revealed a living room and kitchen area. Theo gestured to the door on the right. “Go in there and clean yourself up. Come out naked and kneel in the center of the living room.”
Inside the small bathroom, she washed her hands and face. Theo's serious demeanor meant he wasn't going to go as easy on her as he had last time. No doubt tears would mark her ecstasy and her penance before the night was through, and she refused to have mascara running down her cheeks. She would face him with red, puffy eyes, but not a clown face.
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