“Do you want to please me, sub?”
She nodded.
“This will please me.”
And she did want to please him. So much. She wanted to be close to him, to share in this experience with him. So she would have to try to let go of the ideology that she had adopted when she left Cherub and settle into the former one that she had shared with Matt. It just wasn’t easy to abandon all of the changes that she had experienced.
Matt moved in front of her and knelt.
Megan watched him carefully.
“Spread your legs.”
She opened her thighs wide and peered over Matt’s shoulder at the couple who had just sat down. Two men. The one was dressed much as Matt was, in denims and a fitted black t-shirt but the other one was completely naked except for a black leather collar. His companion, clearly the Dom, had a lead attached to it that he tugged every so often as they talked.
Then they began to make out. They kissed for a while, slow tender kisses which fascinated Megan and increased her own arousal, then at a whisper from the Dom, the naked man wearing the collar turned away and bent over the edge of the sofa. His Dom reached into the drawer of the side table next to the sofa and pulled out a paddle. It was black satin and leather. Megan stared, anticipating the sting that the paddle would inflict upon the other sub. She almost forgot about the clit clamp until she felt Matt push aside her panties, opening the crotch so that her shaved pussy was fully exposed.
“Good sub,” he said as he rubbed her clit with a finger. “You’re already aroused. Your cunt is moist and creamy.”
Megan flushed. She was turned on, she couldn’t deny it. The nipple clamps were doing their job and she was watching the sub opposite getting a sexy spanking. How could she be anything other than aroused?
“Here we go…” Matt pinched her clit then applied the clamp. Its padded teeth bit down on her most sensitive spot and she closed her eyes, breathing deeply and focusing as Matt had taught her. “How does it feel?”
“Good, Master. So good.”
Matt smiled. “Now I want you to sit on my lap.”
He pulled her to her feet then took her place on the sofa. She waited until he was settled then lowered herself onto him. He leaned back on the sofa and placed her legs on top of each of his, so that they were spread. Megan struggled to fight her shyness. She was now fully exposed and everyone in the room could see her tits and her pussy.
“Look up.”
She peered at the ceiling and gasped. It was mirrored. She was staring up at herself, lying prone on Matt. Her legs on his legs. Her back against his strong chest and her head resting on his shoulder.
“Now I want you to just enjoy, sub. Come if you want to. It will please me.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”
Matt’s erection dug into her back. It was so thick and hard that she knew he must be aching for relief. But she also knew that he would wait. She just wondered how long…
A man appeared at their side.
“Master King?”
“Lee. Good to see you.”
“Would you like any assistance?”
“I would, thank you, Lee.”
The young man knelt in front of Megan. He was very handsome and very young. About twenty-one, she estimated. He was blond haired and blue eyed with a square jaw that suggested that when he got older and filled out a bit, he would be extremely handsome in the way that some men are when they’ve completed their maturity from boy to man. At the moment, he was beautiful with youth and vitality. He wore just a pair of jeans on his slim, toned body and Megan suspected he was an athlete of some kind. Perhaps even a famous one.
He eyed her body with a hunger that made her stomach flip.
“Sub, this is Lee. He is an experienced sub here at Club Castille. He was initiated by Master Donohue.” The Dom Matt referred to was the club’s founder. So he was still around. He was a quiet and private man who had set up the club for those who enjoyed the same lifestyle he did. But he had made it exclusive, so it didn’t attract just anyone out for a quick fumble. The scene was about so much more than that.
“Pleased to meet you, Lee.” Megan suppressed a giggle. Here she was, lying on her old lover with her bits on display and her nipples and clit clamped. Formal introductions seemed so inappropriate.
“Great to meet you too.”
“I want you to help me to take Megan to the edge, Lee.”
“Yes, Master King.”
“Are you hard, Lee?” Matt asked.
Lee nodded.
“Good. My sub is beautiful and everyone should be hard when they see her exposed.”
Matt reached around and ran his fingers over the nipple clamps. Then he took hold of the chain that ran between them and handed it to Lee. “Pull on this every time you think she deserves it.”
“Yes, Master King.” Lee’s face lit up and Megan shivered. Now she would have the attention of two men. Could she cope with this? Her body throbbed in response as Lee gave the chain an experimental tug.
Megan closed her eyes and leant back so that her hair flowed over Matt. She arched her back as Lee tugged at the chain again and again. He was enjoying this too much.
Matt slipped his hands down to her pussy. He rubbed them over her clit, squeezing the clamp so her arousal built. She felt another hand slide up her leg. Was that Lee? A finger entered her folds and penetrated her. She peered down.
Matt was using both hands to squeeze the clamp and to rub her clit. It was Lee who now fingered her, pushing into her heat and rubbing her g-spot. She stared up at the mirror. The scene looked so good. Like in a movie. She was so hot she could explode. Lee tugged at her chain and her nipples stung, sending their individual shocks throughout her core, tingling in her womb. He used his other hand to penetrate her, one finger, two then three. He fucked her with his hand and yanked on the chain.
She panted. Matt applied more pressure to the clit clamp and she wriggled on his lap. The pleasure was so intense. Lying here with the man she had loved with all of her heart, the Dom she had yearned to please in every way she could, and being pleasured by another sub, because that was what her Master wanted, suddenly proved too much and she exploded into a thousand fragments, shooting her hot juices all over Lee’s fingers.
She lay there gasping. Helpless. Unable to do anything else other than surrender.
Matt nodded at Lee and he withdrew his agile fingers from her pussy and let go of the chain.
“Was that good for you, sub?” Matt nibbled her earlobe then traced the shell with his hot tongue.
Megan turned towards him and sighed into his neck. “Yes, Master. Thank you, Master and thank you, Lee.”
“Can I do anything else to help?” The young sub gazed at Matt with evident admiration.
“You can, Lee. One more for my sub, I think.”
“Of course, Master King.”
“Another?” Megan asked, her heart rate hadn’t even slowed down from the first one.
The men began caressing her again and Megan soared towards fulfillment. She had thought to be past orgasm, too sensitive to become aroused a second time under their joint attention, but she was wrong.
Lee pulled at the chain and plundered her with three fingers. She began to grind against his hand and covered Matt’s with hers, encouraging him to keep squeezing the clit clamp. Her excitement was increased further as Matt took over the nipple chain to free Lee’s one hand.
“Take her from behind too, Lee.”
“Yes, Master King.”
Lee probed between her buttocks until he found her anus. He smoothed her juices over it, until it was nicely lubricated then he slid a finger into the tight ring. He pushed deeper and deeper until he synchronized the rhythm of his hands. Megan felt that she would explode as he pressed the wall inside her that divided her cavities. It was the most unusual sensation yet so intense and fulfilling.
“Are you ready to come yet, sub?” Matt asked as he sunk his teeth into her shoulder.
“Yes, Master.” She ground her teeth together.
“Then come.”
She released at his command and hurtled over the edge, bucking wildly as Lee fucked both of her holes with his fingers and Matt pulled her nipples and squeezed her clit hard with the metal devices.
When Megan collapsed against Matt, he released his hold on the clamps and Lee extricated his fingers.
“You may go now, Lee.”
“Yes, Master King.”
Lee stood up and pulled a handkerchief from his jeans. He wiped his hands. He was flushed with excitement and his jeans bulged.
Megan smiled. “Thank you.” She slumped against her Dom, exhausted, sated and overwhelmed.
Lee gave a sweet little salute then wandered off. He didn’t get far because he was soon summoned to the sofa opposite where the Dom was now using a dildo to fuck his sub’s butt.
Megan realized that Lee was in for a busy, pleasure filled night.
“Stand up, sub.”
Megan got to her feet and faced Matt.
“Was that a good start to the evening?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Plenty more to come.” He smiled and his large dark eyes shone with emotion. Megan could see that he was grateful for her company and her enthusiasm for the scene this evening. He ran a hand up her leg then tickled her sensitive clit. Her legs trembled.
There was more to come. She had scened here before and engaged with other men and women when they played but never in full sex. That had always just been about her and Matt. The titillation that built up to sex was exciting foreplay for them both. And it was usually all about her pleasure.
“Now remove these panties, sub. They’ll just get in the way.”
Megan did as he told her and handed them to him. Apart from the holdups and corset she was naked. But the orgasm had left her feeling more relaxed and deliciously lubricated. She wondered, with rising enthusiasm, what Matt would next choose for her.
****
As they wandered through the many rooms of the club, Megan began to feel overwhelmed. The club had expanded since her last visit and catered to even more BDSM practices. In one room, a woman lay stretched face down on a pool table. Her hands and feet were bound to the corners. She was naked. Another woman, her Dom, straddled her. She was wearing the biggest luminous pink strap-on Megan had ever seen. As the sub wriggled on the green felt, begging for mercy, the Dom covered the strap-on in lube then began to penetrate the sub anally.
Megan leaned against Matt in the doorway watching the erotic spectacle. The sub looked up at one point and caught her eye. She flashed her a quick conspiratorial smile that said: I’m loving this.
It reminded Megan that being a sub was about surrendering to what your Master wanted, giving that person the power, but only within limits. Whatever a Dom and a sub agreed would be off-limits, should stay off-limits. Matt had never pushed her into anything she didn’t want. He had been persuasive if he believed that she would enjoy something but never pushy. It was one of the things about him in his role as Dom that endeared her to him. It bound her to him both emotionally and physically.
They moved on from the pool room, to one completely decorated in red. In the far corner was what seemed like a giant leather spider web and a large oak throne equipped with restraints. A heavy set man was tied to the throne wearing just a cock ring, and a woman, whom Megan recognized as the receptionist, knelt before him sucking his toes. She still wore her black dress from earlier but it was pulled up over her hips to reveal a tiny blue thong.
Other rooms followed, all containing different scenes from a medieval dungeon to a shower room, which Matt told her was sometimes used by members for blood play or just to recreate a good old-fashioned sexy shower scene.
“So do any of the rooms take your fancy, sub? This evening is, after all, about reintroducing you to the scene.” He shifted their bundles from one arm to the other.
Megan reached out, wanting to caress his chest but she remembered herself and pulled her hand back just in time. A sub did not do anything without her Master’s order.
“I would like…” Could she really ask for it? The words seemed too difficult to articulate.
“Tell me.”
“I would like you to flog me. Again. Like you used to.”
Matt’s eyes darkened. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her towards him. He kissed her hard on the mouth then grabbed her by the waist and threw her over his shoulder as easily as if she were made of feathers. She gasped for breath, startled at his fiery reaction but aroused by the sheer, raw masculinity of it.
He marched towards the medieval dungeon where Megan had seen a Saint Andrew’s cross and he threw their bundles into the room then he dropped her to her feet. He steadied her for a moment, staring intently at her. “Door open or closed?”
“I don’t care, Master.”
He shut the door. Megan noticed that it had a window at eye level. It was there so that members could watch but also so that the club’s hosts could check on proceedings to ensure that all was well within the scene. Club Castille adhered to all the rules of its community.
Matt turned back to Megan. His eyes blazed. He was now in full Dom mode and she began to tremble. She was scared. She was excited. She was aroused. She wanted this.
“Stand facing the cross and put your hands and legs into the restraints.”
“Yes, Master.”
He moved to a gothic looking dresser next to the door and began rifling through it. Megan assumed the position then she waited.
Matt fastened the restraints then checked them. “Are these okay?”
“Yes, thank you, Master.”
Her heart pounded and her mouth was dry. She wondered how she would deal with the pain. It had been so long since she’d entered sub-space. Would she be able to reach that zone again? Could she release herself enough to do so?
Matt removed her corset then rubbed at her back, bottom and thighs. He thrust a hand through her legs and grabbed at her pussy, rubbing her labia vigorously. “Hot and wet. You want this, don’t you?”
“Yes. Please beat me.”
He fondled her folds and caressed her clit and she moaned as she felt the familiar tingling that led to orgasm. He slipped two fingers into her and she wriggled on them, wanting him to fuck her so badly.
“I think you’re ready, sub,” he said, as he stopped playing with her.
And she was. On the brink of climaxing.
She heard him running the leather thongs of a flogger through his fingers and she tensed.
“Relax, Megan. If you fight this it will hurt more. You have to remember to let go. Just move with the flogger, adore it and respond to it.”
He started on the backs of her thighs. Light little flicks. The flogger glanced off the lace hold-ups, pinging against her skin as Matt warmed her up. He moved it over her bottom and the soft flesh there shook in response. Each time, its contact with her skin was precisely administered. Megan focused on relaxing, on moving with the leather straps instead of against them. She must not fight it, she had to surrender to them. Give herself up to them.
Her skin burned and still the pain kept coming, increasing in intensity. Matt amplified the power of his strokes, altering the flick of his wrist so that the flogger began to bite rather than just graze. Megan breathed deeper, taking long slow breaths that filled her lungs and straightened her back.
As the blows came faster, Megan began to climb into the dream like state of subspace. Her skin was warm and tender, her body aroused. Her full breasts bounced with each blow, the sore nipples tight and hard and her pussy bumped against the cross, arousing her, building the tingling in her clit that made her thrust towards it and grind her hips against it.
When Matt stopped for a moment she groaned. She needed him to continue. She was soaring through ecstasy, weightless and free.
For a moment, there was silence, then Matt gave a primitive roar and the flogger met the flesh at the tops
of her thighs … then he struck again, and the fiery tongues flicked up onto her pussy and bit into the soft flesh of her labia. She screamed as an orgasm claimed her, rippling through her entire body as the leather thongs found her clit again and again and again.
Chapter Nine
Matt stared at Megan. She hung limply from the cross, dazed and weak after her beating. Her skin was red and some areas were marked with stripes, which forecast her bruises.
She was beautiful. She had surrendered. She was his.
The exchange was complete.
He would never do anything to her that she didn’t want. She responded to their play because she enjoyed it. She was so sensual and responsive. Not all men or women enjoyed being flogged but for those who did, it was about so much more than the physical pain. It was about the bond between submissive and Dominant. The connection that went deeper than many relationship bonds. And, of course, during a controlled beating, when the body’s natural endorphins kicked in, the rush could be incredible, akin to orgasm itself.
He wiped the back of his hand across his sweat soaked brow and moved his neck from side to side to loosen the tension that had gathered there. In his efforts to keep his blows controlled, he had become tense and his whole body ached with need and exertion.
He placed the flogger on the drawers then picked up one of their bundles. He opened it and pulled out a tube of arnica cream, which he administered to Megan’s back, rear and thighs. It would help with the bruising but she might require some painkillers to ease the discomfort.
Throughout her beating he had remained controlled. Aroused, yet controlled. Mad with desire, yet controlled. He had been trained well and he knew what he was doing. How to strike with a flogger to create a delicious pain that wouldn’t break the skin. How to use it on a sub’s sexual organs to arouse her and get her off. But seeing Megan soar into sub-space, this first time after so long apart, had driven him wild.
He desperately wanted to make love to her.
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