“It would look funny on me,” Lukas said, deadpan.
I shot him a look and realized he’d just told a joke. A small one, but a joke nonetheless.
“I’ll look like a cow in that getup,” I said. “And what’s the point?”
“We’re going out,” he said. “And no, you’ll be beautiful.” He took a step toward me, eyes on mine. “Did you forget our deal?”
He was testing me, I realized.
“Or is this something that makes you too…uncomfortable?”
Swallowing, I shook my head, then held still as he reached up and freed the button at the nape of my neck. He stripped the blouse away and studied my bra. “That won’t work. But that’s alright – I prepared for that.” I held my breath as he stripped my bra away, and in seconds, I stood in front of him wearing just my skirt and heels – just those two items. He’d had me take my panties off hours ago.
And he was thinking about that, too, I realized as he reached for the tab of the zipper on my skirt and dragged it down.
“I thought about you naked under this skirt all day. Were you thinking about it too?”
“It was hard not to,” I admitted.
His eyes held mine as he reached between my thighs and cupped me. A fire flared in his irises as he found me wet. “You apparently enjoy the games I play,” he said, referencing the comment I’d made earlier.
I swayed a little as he circled my entrance, but that was all he did before withdrawing his hand and lifting his finger to his lips and licking the wetness away.
I swallowed the whimper and locked my knees as he stepped to the side. “Get dressed.”
17
He had to direct me a couple of times.
There weren’t any panties, per se, but it came with a shaper skirt with a pair built-in. Still, I felt terribly bare because the crotch on the shaper skirt opened and the dress he directed me to pull on over it only went down an inch or two past the lacy band. From mid-thigh down, I was bare.
That was right up until he gestured to the white garments at the very end of the desk – stockings. The kind that needed garters to stay up, and the garters were attached to the skirt.
I was starting to worry I’d look like a tramp, but gamely, I kept on. He’d also had a white bra which, unsurprisingly, fit me perfectly. Somehow, I didn’t see Lukas Grayson picking up anything that was less than perfect. The dress looked like some sort of abbreviated version of an Edwardian nightgown, with full, bell-like sleeves that fluttered around me every time I moved.
Once I was done pulling it into place, he picked up the corset. ‘I take it you haven’t worn one of these,” he said as he fitted it into place.
“No.” I looked down, watching his agile, beautiful hands. “But I’m pretty sure you’re putting it on backward.”
“Give me some credit…it’s part of the look.” He began to pull and tug on the laces.
I braced myself, expecting to feel all the air get squeezed out of my lungs, but to my surprise, he stopped shy of that, and when he was done, the corset provided surprising support.
“Go look.” He bent his head to murmur in my ear, lifting up to turn and nudge me in the opposite direction. That was when I noticed the door there. A bathroom, I discovered, complete with a full shower and a full-length mirror.
When I saw myself, my jaw dropped.
I looked…sexy. Actually, I looked beautiful and sexy. I’d expected to look like a tramp, but that wasn’t the effect at all. I looked like a seductress. A beautiful one.
Movement from the corner of my eye had me turning.
Lukas stood there, staring at me. “I’m going to fuck you later, while you’re wearing everything you have on now.”
“I…” My mouth dried as I realized just what that open crotch in the shaper skirt meant.
“But we need to go now. Otherwise, we won’t make it to the party.”
“What kind of party is it?” I asked.
He reached into his pocket and withdrew a lace mask dotted with specks of jewels. “A masquerade.”
* * *
What Lukas hadn’t mentioned was that the party was at a BDSM club.
My skin was flushed from excess stimulus almost the minute we stepped inside, and it wasn’t just because Lukas had his hand at the small of my back.
There was a show of sorts going on – a woman on stage being tied in a way that was almost erotically beautiful. Two others were already bound next to her, and when Lukas saw where I was looking, he said, “Shibari. You look…intrigued.”
I wasn’t sure that intrigued was enough to describe it, but instead of answering, I swiveled my head around, looking at everything else going on. There were two other small, raised platforms.
Lukas caught my chin and guided my head back to his.
Before I could say anything, he kissed me. “We’ve got all night. You’ll see plenty.”
He led me to the dance floor, and I saw right away that he was right. The show wasn’t just taking place on the stages or those platforms. People were…well, I wouldn’t call it making out – this seemed more intimate, deeper, the acts I was watching.
And while it was erotic as hell to watch a tall, powerfully built man spin his partner around and pull her back against him before palming her breast in one hand while sliding the other inside her skin-tight leather skirt, I knew that was one thing I couldn’t do.
“Please tell me you don’t expect to do that with me on this dance floor,” I said, my voice shaking as Lukas pulled me up close to him.
“No. I don’t share.” He turned me so that I faced the couple. “But you like looking…don’t you?”
Oh, hell.
He kept me facing them, and against my ass, I could feel his erection. “Don’t you?”
“No. It doesn’t matter to me.” He nudged my butt with his cock. “This is because you’ve been naked and wet under your skirt half the day – and now you’re practically naked. I could be inside you in five seconds. Are you still wet, Stella?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice shaking.
How he heard me above the music, I don’t know.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
I nodded.
“Say it. Tell me.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Now…ask me nicely.” He guided me back around to face him, bringing my arms up to around his shoulders.
I stared at him, feeling conflicted, but I knew, after a few seconds, what he was doing. This was another test – or part of the same one. All of this was a test.
“Lukas, will you fuck me, please?”
* * *
“Are we allowed to have sex here?” I couldn’t stop the nervous question from breaking free as Lukas locked the door behind us.
There was a bed, a couch, TV…it looked for all the world like a rather lush, opulent hotel. Through the door to the right, I glimpsed a small, neat bathroom.
“It’s sort of a…don’t ask, don’t tell sort of thing. The club is privately owned and while nobody can be coerced, forced, bought…if two or more parties decide to engage…” He shrugged. As he talked, he drew closer to me, and now he reached out, tracing a finger along the top edge of the corset. It wasn’t a full one – he’d called it an underbust corset when I asked about it. As he stroked the edge of it, I could feel his touch along the underside of my breast. My nipples pebbled in anticipation.
His pupils flared, and he reached up to drag the elastic shoulders of the dress down. Dress…hell, it was more like a slip or nightshirt, barely covering my ass, but it was so elegantly made, it somehow managed to look classy even as it all but screamed sex.
He didn’t completely remove it – the corset would have made that impossible, nor did he strip it off my arms. “Be still,” he said, reaching behind me to remove my bra.
I swallowed as he took care of that task, taking the garment and tossing it aside. Once he was done, he tugged the dress even lower, tucking the elastic under my breasts so the wei
ght of them held the material down. He turned me then, and I caught sight of the mirror that ran along the far wall – the entire wall.
“These tits drove me crazy all week,” he said casually, reaching up to cup them from behind me. “The way you dressed…were you trying to get a reaction out of me, Stella?”
I didn’t know if I wanted to answer that.
So maybe I had worn some of my most flattering clothes, items designed to highlight curves and disguise any flaws.
“Answer me,” he said and tweaked one of my nipples, stopping just shy of pain.
“Yes.” A rush of heat dampened the folds between my thighs, and I had to swallow the whimper that rose to my throat.
“You’ll be punished for that.” He let go of my breasts and reached down with one hand to cup my ass, making it clear what he intended to do.
My breathing hitched.
I had to be crazy.
I was getting off simply at the idea of him spanking me – and I didn’t give a damn.
“You sound like you like the idea. Do you?”
“Yes.”
“Say yes, Sir.”
But I balked at that. “No.”
His eyes flashed. “What?”
“You wanted to know what lines made me feel too uncomfortable – that does.” I didn’t know why, but addressing him as sir, or maybe even master, should he expect that, was too much. It didn’t make sense because, at the office, I would address him as sir – or maybe that was the entire point. At the office, he was my superior.
Here, he wasn’t. I elected to give him control and the idea of calling him sir chafed.
Lukas eyed me for a moment, then dipped his head to my ear. “Then say, yes, Lukas…and apologize.”
That was easier.
“Yes, Lukas. I’m sorry.”
“Good girl.” He fisted a hand in my hair and cupped my breast once more, staring at me over my shoulder. “I’m going to fuck you hard tonight, Stella. We should probably establish better rules.”
“What rules?”
“You need a safe word.” He dipped his head and raked his teeth down my neck. “I plan on pushing you to your very limit, and you might find it too much. If that happens, you need a way to make me stop.”
“Why not just…stop?”
“Because sometimes, with these sort of games, pleasure and pain get blurred. You may think stop one minute, then beg for more the next. When you really want it to end, you need another word. Pick one. Something that isn’t no, stop or anything like that.”
Meeting his slate blue eyes in the mirror, I nodded. I had the perfect word. “Wolf.”
Something that might have been curiosity flickered in those eyes, but he didn’t ask.
I was glad.
As he turned me around, I tried to brace myself.
But that just wasn’t possible.
* * *
He told me he planned on fucking me wearing the costume he’d picked out for me. Apparently, he hadn’t been lying.
Unless he planned on untying me, there wasn’t any way those clothes were coming off. Well, he could always cut them off, but I hoped he didn’t choose that option.
If I had to choose the right word to describe the position I was in, it would be hogtied, or close to it. My ass was in the air, the skintight shaper skirt still in place, as well as the stockings. The slip-dress had fallen down around my waist, but the corset prevented it from falling any farther.
My breasts were still bare.
He produced a pair of restraints from somewhere, and they went on my ankles before he guided my wrists down and fastened them in place as well. The last thing he did was put a blindfold in place.
“You ready to cry wolf?” he asked, stroking a hand down along my exposed ass.
“No.” My voice shook, and it was equal parts fear and arousal.
“Good.” The words came out hoarse and raw, then his hand left my body.
A moment later, it came down in a hard stroke that set a match to the inferno waiting to light inside me.
I bucked, a scream trapping in my throat.
He did it a second time, and the scream broke free.
The third one was followed by the savage thrust of two fingers into my pussy, proving that yes, he very well could take me while I was still wearing the sexy little shaper skirt with its open crotch.
I clamped down around him, the beginning of a climax already rushing up to grip me in its tight, merciless fist.
He paused. “Don’t you come until I say. Tell me you understand.”
“I understand, Lukas.” I barely managed to whimper the words out, and I wasn’t even sure I did understand, but I knew what he wanted.
He scissored his fingers inside me, then spanked me again.
I moaned.
“Know what I want to do, Stella?”
I couldn’t answer.
He spanked me, harder than he had before, and I yelped in response.
“When I ask you a question, you answer. Now…do you know what I want to do to you?”
“No, Lukas. What do you want to do to me?” I said, my face burning. Part of me was so ready to come, and fighting it off was sheer hell. I felt like I was going to fly apart at any second.
“I want to put my dick…here.” As he said it, he withdrew his fingers from my pussy and grasped the cheeks of my ass in his hands, spreading me. Then he traced his thumb along the crevice in between, pressed against the tender spot he’d exposed. “Ever thought about having your ass fucked, Stella? Did Aaron do that to you?”
“No…” I breathed out.
Aaron had never shown interest.
But I’d wondered.
“It’s time we start opening you then. Because you’ll take my cock there before this is over.”
I braced myself, but he didn’t do anything except move away from the bed.
I remained where I was. How could I do anything else?
Unable to move, or even easily wiggle around, I fought to control my breathing. My nipples pulsed and ached, my clitoris did the same. And my core felt hugely empty. I needed him inside me.
Something pressed against me – both entrances.
“You want to get fucked, baby?” Lukas asked.
I sucked in my breath in anticipation – and forgot to answer.
The blow to my ass sent an avalanche of sensation through me, and I keened out his name. Still panting, I whispered, “Yes, Lukas. I want to be fucked. Please fuck me.”
“Oh, I will…with this, but this time, since you’re being so bad, I’m not going to let you come yet.”
I didn’t have any time to sulk at the unfairness of that because my senses were swamped at the next moment.
Something fat penetrated my pussy – fatter even than Lukas.
And something else tickled my anus.
I tensed.
“Don’t do that,” Lukas said, reaching up to cup my neck. “You’ll make it hurt. Relax…or push down. Make yourself take it.”
“It hurts,” I whimpered.
“It’s a rod as thin as my little finger. You’re going to learn to take it,” he said impassively.
The pressure eased, and then as I gathered my breath, it started all over again.
I couldn’t relax, so I did the other thing he’d told me to do – I pushed down. Pain flared, and the promise of more lingered just over the edge, but before it got to be too much, he eased off on the pressure. Then he did something, and the toy he was using began to vibrate. I cried out, the pulsing of it stroking against my already strained senses, an intimate caress that was almost too much.
“Oh…you like that, don’t you?” It was almost a purr.
“Yes…” I pushed back as he started to withdraw, and he actually let me take the toy back inside.
“You’re taking it all now. Want it harder?”
I nodded.
That’s what he gave me.
I rocked back on the toy, the thin rod that penetrated my ass and t
he fatter dildo impaling my cunt, over and over again.
I pushed myself right to the brink of orgasm…
And he stopped.
The toy disappeared, and I was free of the restraints so fast I couldn’t even understand what had happened until I was sitting on the side of the bed and Lukas had my face cupped in his hands. “You were almost a very bad girl, Stella. You were about ready to come, weren’t you?”
“Yes. I’m sorry.” The apology came easy, and I met his eyes levelly.
“Take my cock out. You’re going to suck me off, and if you do a good enough job, I might let you come.”
Instinctively, I clenched my legs together, remembering the first time in the office.
Hands shaking, I freed him. Feeling his eyes on me, I leaned forward to take him in my mouth. I went to wrap one hand around the base, but he stopped me.
“Don’t touch me. I’m going to be the one doing it all – you’re just going to take my fucking cock. Understand?” He pressed the head to my lips, but even though I opened for him, he didn’t push inside. He simply waited for my response.
Staring into his eyes, I nodded.
His gaze held a steely sort of distance, I realized in that moment.
I was all but devastated by this.
And he was holding himself at a distance.
How could he do that?
I had no time to think it through though, because he thrust his cock inside my mouth, quick and deep, forcing me to all but swallow him, the head nudging the back of my throat with next to no warning.
He found my limit quickly and pushed me, over and over.
He hit his climax fast, and I swallowed his cum down, my lungs aching for air by the time he let me pull away.
“Stand up,” he said, voice tight.
I did so, and he took my hand, guiding me to a pole in the center of the room. There, he turned me away from him and guided my hands overhead. I understood only a split second later as I was once more restrained. He kicked my feet apart, and before I could blink, he was inside me, stretching me, filling me, almost breaking me.
“Lukas!”
He stilled. “Ready to cry wolf?”
I didn’t hesitate. “No.”
He pulled out and thrust in, even deeper. “Brace your forearms on the pole,” he ordered.
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