“Color?”
She swallowed hard. “Green.”
“As green as your coat?”
“Greener.”
However, five minutes later, as she tried to hook her leg over the motorcycle without exposing her pussy to the world, her color wavered between red and yellow. What was she doing? This was crazy. She was getting onto a Harley without any knickers.
“Problem, sub?”
Megan met his eyes. They were lit with amusement. He knew.
“No, Master. Everything is fine.”
She settled onto the seat. The sun warmed leather pressed against her damp lower lips and the outer seams of the panties sat against her labia awkwardly. She wriggled, but try as she might she was unable to change it. There was contact with her pussy everywhere. Matt climbed on in front of her and handed her his spare helmet. She put it on then took hold of his waist. This was going to be an interesting ride.
Matt started the engine and they set off as twilight fell over Cherub. The vibrations from the engine, the bumps on the road, the proximity of Matt and the strange excitement at being barely dressed, all proved too much for Megan and she cried out as she climaxed three times in a row. She thought that she could feel Matt laughing in her arms but she couldn’t be sure over the noise of the bike.
After half an hour, they pulled up in the private car park of Club Castille. It was quiet and secluded, surrounded by giant trees. It was ironic that it was called Club Castille, as it was in fact an old barn that had been turned into an exclusive club. Matt stopped the bike and removed his helmet.
He climbed off then turned to face Megan. He reached for her hand. “Are you alright?”
She frowned. Was she? Could she really do this? Her stomach was in knots now and she felt so naked and vulnerable.
Matt helped her to cock her leg over the saddle then pulled her to his chest.
“You don’t have to do this.”
He was right. She didn’t. She met his eyes. The eyes of her best friend in the whole world. They were warm and brown but held an air of concern, as if he feared that she would run off any minute and abandon him again. Which she wouldn’t do… would she? She wanted to please him and to find out if she could take part in this life again. Did she have it in her or had it just been folly, the wild abandon of youth?
“I want to do this, Master.”
The relief that flickered across his face warmed her right through. He wanted her to accompany him and he had been truly worried that she wouldn’t. For all of his confidence, his strong raw masculinity, his physical strength, he had a vulnerability.
And it seemed, if she was reading him correctly, that his vulnerability was her.
They walked towards the club, hand in hand, and Megan allowed Matt’s strength to seep into her, to fill her up and boost her own self-confidence.
She was glad to be here. With Matt. About to scene with him in public.
She was nervous. But she was also excited. And she had a suspicion that Matt felt the same.
****
Matt climbed the steps, holding Megan’s hand tightly, and walked onto the front porch of the exclusive club. He pressed the button on the intercom and waited. When a woman answered, he gave her a code. Names were not used to gain entrance to the club and members were not required to use their real names once inside either. The joining fee was high, which kept it exclusive and no one was allowed to join without a reference from someone who was already a member. It ensured that only those really interested in living the BDSM lifestyle attended. There were no drunken stags seeking a pre-marital last fling and no reporters trying to grab a quick story about one of the so-called celebrities. Of course, journalists were not banned from the club. But only those who actively engaged in the activities because it was their chosen pathway were allowed in.
The door buzzed open and Matt stood aside to allow Megan to enter. She was breathtakingly beautiful this evening. Her red hair shone as it tumbled freely down her back. The green mac made her emerald eyes seem even brighter. Her skin was luminescent, and she seemed to glow from within. He hoped that it was because she was with him, that he had something to do with her radiance. He’d given her plenty of orgasms since they had reunited and it had lifted him to see her flushed with the post-orgasmic glow that he had missed.
As for what she was wearing beneath her coat, or not wearing? His heart leapt at the thought. She had donned the lingerie he had sent her and when he had arrived at her hotel she had stolen his breath away. The sheer black corset accentuated her curvy hips and the stockings clung to her rounded thighs. She was not skinny and boney as was apparently fashionable these days, but a real woman. She went in and out in all the right places. Her breasts had been totally exposed and even pushed out by the top of the corset and it had further engorged the erection he had endured since seeing her again. He felt like he was walking around with an elephant’s trunk squashed into his black jeans.
When Megan had presented herself, it had taken all of his energy not to lift her into his arms and fuck her against the wall. The crotchless panties had slipped apart, exposing the tight little pussy he had shaved the night before. He knew how hot and responsive her cunt was and the anticipation of plunging into it until he filled her with his cum was becoming almost too much to bear. He longed to pound into her like a stag until he burst.
But not yet. He must wait. Fucking her now would just confuse them both.
In the reception area, they perched on the white leather sofa and waited. He glanced at Megan. Her face had paled. Was she okay?
“Sub?”
She looked at him from beneath her sandy eyelashes.
“Master?”
“What’s your color?”
“I’m green, Master. A little nervous but I haven’t been here in a while.”
He took her hand and squeezed it. “Nothing to worry about. This will be…enjoyable. I promise.”
She flashed him a smile but it didn’t reach her eyes. She was clearly worried. But he would ensure that this was a good night for her. Remind her just how good the scene could make her feel.
A tall blonde wearing a fitted black knee length dress approached them.
“Master King.” She smiled brightly at them both. “You have a guest.”
He nodded. “This is Megan. She is my sub.”
“Will you be indulging in the scene tonight, Master King, or have you come to relax in the spa?”
Megan glanced at Matt and he grinned. “Yes, they have a spa too. You can have all sorts of treatments.”
The club was built upon the ethos that the body was a temple. It could be used for pleasure and pain but it had to be taken care of. The spa was in a separate building on the grounds of the club. He would love the opportunity to take Megan there, one day soon.
“We will be indulging in the scene tonight, Clarissa. Thank you.”
The woman inclined her perfectly coiffured head. Her face was flawlessly made up and she appeared to be an innocent receptionist. But Matt knew better. She was a keen sub who often scened with the club’s Doms if they required company. She was perfectly controlled and well mannered and he had enjoyed her company on a few occasions. But she was professional and discreet about it and he knew by looking at Megan that she suspected nothing.
Clarissa opened a large mahogany cupboard and brought out two bundles. She handed them to Matt.
“We have quite a crowd in this evening, Master King. I’m sure that you’ll enjoy yourselves.”
Matt thanked her then nodded at Megan. “Just head on through that door.”
They walked through into a small antechamber, which led off to two changing rooms.
“What’s in the bundles?” she asked.
“Things we might need. Like towels, condoms, lube, wipes. They provide it all here.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widened.
“You can leave your coat in there.” He pointed at the Ladies’ room, keen to get her moving in case she overthought it all.
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bsp; Megan opened her mouth. She froze.
“What is it, sub?”
She frowned.
“I…uh…you want me to walk around in the lingerie, Master?”
“Well, of course. Why else would I have asked you to wear it?”
She seemed to get paler than she had been in reception.
“Is that a problem, sub?”
If it were, then he would know right now that this would not work between them. He held his breath. His shoulders burned with tension. If she backed out now, he felt like he would crumble. Please, Megan.
She bit her lip. Nodded.
“I won’t be long, Master.”
She turned and left him.
He stood watching the door. He should take his belongings into the Men’s changing room but if he did, would she be here when he got back? Or would she flee? But he had no choice. It was either that, or wait until she returned then leave her waiting. That seemed worse. So he nipped into the locker room and stashed his jacket and the helmets that hung from his arm into a locker. Though they had keys, none of the members bothered to lock them. Being here was about trusting those around you. What went on here was too intimate not to. He just hoped that Megan would be able to trust him enough to enjoy the evening.
Trust. Their whole relationship was about trust. After their separation, could they ever really trust one another again?
We have to. I cannot stand to exist without her.
He emerged back through the door to find Megan waiting.
He placed the bundles on the floor and pulled her into his arms. He couldn’t help it. She was so beautiful, so adorable and so sexy. He held her tightly with one hand and roamed her body with the other.
“You are truly gorgeous, sub. You know that?”
Megan tilted her head for a kiss.
“I am pleased that you think so, Master.”
He covered her mouth with his own and plundered it with his tongue. He tasted her sweetness, her warmth, and her familiarity. His heart beat hard against his ribs, trying to join with hers. He couldn’t wait to show her off. To indulge her deepest, darkest desires and to make her come again and again and again.
As he pulled her even closer, his cock pushed against the front of her pussy and the panties pinged aside. He ground into her, the zipper on his jeans digging into his erection and her wet warmth. She moaned into his mouth and he lifted her, wrapping her legs around him. He pushed her back to the nearest wall and humped her repeatedly, wishing that they were naked and he was indeed buried in her heat. She cried out as she came and he held her there for a moment, shuddering with his own raw lust. He was on the verge of exploding into his pants and it took a few minutes to battle the urge.
When he had caught his breath, he lowered her gently and helped her to reposition her underwear. Then he brushed her pussy cream from his jeans and licked it from his fingers.
“Shall we?”
He smiled at her flushed cheeks and the cute, dazed expression on her face. She looked like he felt. He took her hand and led her towards the entrance to the bar.
Chapter Eight
Megan stepped into the darkened bar area of Club Castille. The soothing fragrance of incense and vanilla met her nostrils. Combined with the gentle lighting and subtle saxophone music, it created a relaxed and sensual mood. Nothing was overdone. The incense was not overpowering, but sensual and warming. The music was just loud enough to hear, but quiet enough to allow conversation. The lamps spaced around the room and the candles on the low tables gave the room a soft glow, which helped to calm her nerves about being almost naked in a room full of people.
Matt tucked the bundles under a strong arm and led her towards the bar where a muscular man smiled warmly at them. Megan tried to pretend that she hadn’t noticed that the bartender was wearing nothing but an apron covering his groin. Beneath the apron was an impressive bulge that bobbed as he moved. She realized that he was probably wearing a cock ring to keep him ready and erect for the pleasure of the club’s customers.
“Champagne, Master King?”
Matt nodded at him as he handed him their bundles. “We’ll collect these later.”
Megan thought she saw the bartender check out Matt’s chest but she couldn’t be sure. He hadn’t even glanced at her large bare breasts, and if Matt was more his type, then that would explain it.
She tried to slip a hand down to her panties to pull the one side back over her labia but it was difficult to do it discreetly.
“Problem, sub?” Matt grinned.
“My panties have slipped.” She grimaced.
“No problem.” He reached out and took hold of the gauzy material and pulled it back into place. Then he ran his finger quickly from her opening to her clit. She gasped. Shocked yet excited.
“Master.”
“Behave yourself, sub. Not yet.” He frowned in feigned annoyance.
Megan tried to slow her breathing. Matt handed her a glass of champagne and she took a big swig, enjoying the sensation of the chilled bubbles as they slipped down her throat and into her churning belly.
Matt gestured at a large white couch tucked into an alcove on the far wall.
“Shall we take a seat?”
She followed him across the bar, conscious as she walked of her near-naked state. She had been to the club in the past but never been so scantily clad to begin with and, of course, she’d been younger. Obsessed with her Dom. Carefree. Having been out in the ‘real world’, she felt more self-conscious. The idea that she could bump into someone she knew here was mortifying. How would she react?
“Sub?” Matt helped her to sit on the low couch.
She perched on the edge of the cream leather, trying to keep her knees together.
“Yes, Master.”
“Time to relax. Sit back, enjoy your champagne and listen to the music. You have a beautiful body and I want you…I command you…to show it off.”
“Yes, Master.”
She leant back into the comfort of the sofa. She took a sip of champagne and allowed the crisp liquid to swirl around her tongue. She closed her eyes and listened to the soulful saxophone. And she sighed as she Matt swept his hand across her breasts and began to toy with her nipples. They hardened under his experienced touch and Megan peered around to check if anyone was watching. Not at this point. The true voyeurism began in the rooms out back, although a sexual act here was likely to attract some attention, especially if others were invited to join in. Apart from that, the bar was like any normal bar, except for that fact that the patrons were often scantily clad or even completely naked.
“Master!” His touch became firmer and he pressed her nipples tightly then pulled them outwards, stretching the already tender erect flesh. She felt the tug at her core and in her clit, as if her Dom were yanking on an invisible chain that linked them all together.
“Keep your eyes closed, sub. Just go with the experience.”
She allowed him to take her champagne glass and let her hands fall either side of her legs. Matt nudged her thighs apart with a firm hand and Megan moaned as he stroked her from her knees up to the v of her groin. And suddenly his mouth was everywhere. He kissed her lips, her neck, her shoulders and her bosoms. He suckled her until she groaned with pleasure and when her nipples were swollen and distended he pulled them with his teeth, making her pant with the exquisite pain.
“Clamps, sub?”
“Yes, Master. Please, Master.”
She heard him open a drawer in the table at the side of the sofa. The club had a variety of sex toys conveniently available for members in every room. The bar was no exception.
“Ready, sub?”
Megan breathed deeply. She knew that anyone could be watching this intimate moment between her and her Dom. The bar seemed fuller as she rested without using the sense of sight. She thought that she could hear more voices than before. Who was watching? Would they pleasure themselves or their companions as they shared in her excitement?
The sharp
pinch of a clamp stung her left nipple and she gasped.
“These are pretty little clamps, sub. You’ll feel the ring resting on your tits when I release them.”
Then he took the other nipple and attached another clamp.
“Look down. You’re like a rock whore. It’s very sexy.”
Megan was surprised to see that the clamps looked like nipple rings. Her tender nips were held tightly between two silver balls and the rings hung down from them.
Matt waved a silver chain in front of her face.
“I can place this between the rings and use it to pull you or to cause you pain. Whichever I desire.”
She nodded, chewing the inside of her cheek.
She was so turned on and she felt so naughty too. In her time away from Matt, she’d had only vanilla sex and none of it had blown her mind. But this was amazing. She was already highly aroused. She knew that things went on at Club Castille that wouldn’t occur in the ‘normal’ world, but she also knew that she was safe. The club had strict rules and guidelines. But apart from that, she had the old, familiar sense of security flooding through her. She was safe with Matt. He would protect her from all dangers. He would never let anything happen to her. So she could indulge herself here without fear or hesitation.
Megan peered around the room. People stood in pairs and small groups, talking, drinking and laughing. The atmosphere was relaxed and tranquil, as if this were an ordinary bar, yet without any stumbling drunks who had overindulged. Others sat on the sofas scattered around the room and some had already begun to indulge in their fantasies.
Like her.
A thrill ran through her, electrifying her whole body and tingling in her wanton pussy. She wanted relief but she also intended on enjoying the journey to fulfillment.
“How about something for your clit?”
She met Matt’s eyes.
“Whatever you desire, Master.”
He returned to the drawer and she shivered a little. Though aroused, she still felt some apprehension. Could she really let go here? In front of all these people?
Of course you can…just enjoy.
Matt turned to her and held up a small piece of metal shaped into a narrow loop. It resembled an eyebrow tweezers. At its ends were two padded clamps. Megan’s heart rate increased. She hadn’t used a clit clamp before and it looked terrifying.
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