by Anya Summers
The main floor of Club Underworld had a ton of bump and grind action available, happening right out in the open. In the dress she was wearing, she’d gotten a few head turns, a few offers, and a few men thinking they could put their hands on her without an invite. If all Sadie wanted was a little slap and tickle, she would have headed over to Bourbon Street and found something far less complicated than a BDSM club where the pumping music competed for dominance with the backdrop of moans and exposed flesh.
But that wasn’t what she wanted. The thought of grabby hands and sex in a back alley wasn’t what had gotten her so hot, she’d experienced a knee-buckling climax in a spa shower stall. After the intensity of her orgasm at the spa yesterday, she had spent last night researching more of the lifestyle. Her interest and body piqued, she’d trailed after the rabbit into the hole to discover just how deep it went, and inadvertently discovered a cornucopia of repressed needs bubbling inside her that she yearned to explore.
Through it all, the research, the fantasies, it had been Ram she craved to experience it with, never imagining she would get the chance to be with him, even for a night.
With her heart in her throat, she’d wound her way through the throngs of people bumping, grinding, and getting their groove on, toward the elevator. The security guard with a beefy chest and shaved head that made her think he could pass for a stunt double had stared her down with a stern, uninterested expression, like that man got to see so much tits and ass, he was unfazed by her appearance.
“Just where do you think you’re going, little one?” He’d cocked a dark brow.
She’d blurted out, “I’m supposed to be meeting Ramsey O’Malley, Master Ramsey.”
“You have your card?”
Card? What card? The light bulb went on. The black card, it had to be. She’d turned on the charm, let her bottom lip tremble. “I left it at home. I didn’t realize it until I was almost here. If I ran home to get it, I would be late, and Master Ramsey would punish me for it.”
At that, the huge man had grinned and said, “Well, we wouldn’t want your ass so red you can’t sit down tomorrow. Go on up.”
And that was how she’d made it past the security guard, riding the elevator up to another club level—one you could only access by invitation or membership, apparently. She’d almost experienced a panic attack on the short ride. What was she thinking? Surely, she was going to get into trouble.
When the elevator doors opened onto the second floor, music spilled inside the lift. Trepidation filling her, she stepped off the elevator and took a few steps inside. The doors slid shut, trapping her in the club. This level had the nightclub vibe too, but it was far different. It was still crowded, but it made the meat market one floor down look laughable. This was where the real BDSM happened. Sadie had scanned the room, noting the wall bar, and the alcoves lining the walls. She’d read about those. They were scene areas, and held all manner of sex furniture. The sounds: the moans and slapping flesh, drew her toward the scene area like she was attached to marionette strings.
Reading about them was one thing. Nothing had prepared her for witnessing a scene in real life. Nor was she prepared for the liquid forge viewing the scene ignited south of her belly button.
Sadie had stood frozen, entranced by the woman being whipped. It was the look of ecstasy painted on her face, the concentration of the hot, shirtless Dom in black leathers as he finished whipping her, and then the lust darkening the man’s face as he entered her from behind that had left Sadie spellbound.
Sadie never considered herself a voyeur but watching the scene, her entire body came alive. Then she’d nearly fainted dead away when Ram slid his hand around her waist and drew her near.
She wanted him. She couldn’t deny that. Sadie had thought he was sinfully gorgeous from their first meeting. He exuded an animal magnetism that drew her in.
They stopped at a black door, with a name placard front and center that read: Master Ram. Beside the door was a thumbprint scanner. Ram kept her hand clasped in his left and placed his right thumb over the device. The thumb pad glowed blue. There was an internal click, the door opened, and he drew her inside his private lair.
Upon their entry, lights illuminated the room—much like they did in the hall—with a soft, low glow. The walls in here were identical to those in the hall. They really had gone all out to make sure it looked like a dungeon. But this room held things no medieval dungeon ever had. From her research, Sadie recognized the padded sawhorse, the medical table, the four-poster bed with its many silver loops embedded in the wood, and then, on one of the walls, there were chains suspended through huge iron loops. She studied them a moment, and then it hit her. They were to restrain a sub against the wall.
Her panties were damp at the thought. The enormity of what she was about to do hit her like she’d belly flopped into a pool. What was she doing? Was she really going to submit to Ram? See what the world of BDSM was like?
“Remove the dress and your panties, leave the heels on.”
“What?” Shivers erupted inside her. Just like that, with no preamble? Was he serious?
Ram cocked an irreverent brow. “As this is your first time, I will go easy on you. While you are in my domain, you will address me as Sir or Master, whichever is easier for you to remember. Your safeword for the night is red. You will not speak unless I permit it, or to use your safeword. Are there any hard limits I should know about?”
Her hands clenched at her sides. Her heart lodged itself in her throat. Her mouth was suddenly as dry as the Sahara.
“Sadie, I asked you a question. I expect a response. Or is this not what you want?”
He was giving her a final chance to beg off. She saw it in his gaze—that he expected her to tuck tail and run. Like he was doing this to shock her.
A part of her said she should be ashamed by her desires, but the take no prisoners dominance that was etched upon his features and infused every part of his being lit her body up like a damn Christmas tree.
“Sorry, Sir, it’s a little overwhelming. I don’t really know what my hard limits are, but I am not a fan of needles. Other than that, I just don’t know.” Admitting her shortcomings, her inexperience, made a knot form in her belly. Was this the part where he became frustrated with her and ended the night?
She lowered her face, unsure of how to proceed. Sadie startled at his touch on her jaw as he drew her gaze up to his.
“It’s all right that you don’t, babe. Like I said, I will go slowly with you, test your responses to things and give you an introduction to the lifestyle. Now, lose the dress and don’t make me ask you again.” His solemn, carnal gaze studied her, making her belly quiver.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
His fingers slid into her hair, tilting her head up further. He brought his other hand up to her nape and lowered his mouth until it was a hair’s breadth away. Sadie felt her heart thump in time with his. And then his lips brushed gently across hers.
Of all the things she had expected tonight, this soft entreaty had not been it. And it was even more seductive because of it. She gasped at the feel of his silken, firm lips, at his tongue seeking entry, caressing the seam of her lips.
She opened to him, letting him inside. Her hands clutched at his black tank, heat emanating from the skin beneath. At the touch of his tongue against hers, heat exploded between them. One minute, Ram’s kiss had been sweet and seductive, then in the next, it turned dark and carnal and left her moaning into his mouth.
He kissed her and the rest of the world tumbled away. All the sadness, all the fear, all the numbness toward life, all the abject loneliness of the last two years melted away with every sure deft stroke of his tongue. She leaned into him, her entire body became attuned to him. The way her breasts pressed against the firmness of his chest. The way their torsos were aligned from shoulder to thigh, and the firm bulge pressing against her belly. The way one of his hands cupped and squeezed her butt cheek.
She surrendered, let
ting him carry her into the forest of desire that left her clinging to him. Sadie was ready and willing to experience whatever Ram tossed her way.
Without a doubt, it was the best damn kiss of her life.
When Ram finally lifted his mouth from hers, cutting off the kiss, she whimpered and opened her eyes. Lust darkened his irises to nearly black. “Lose the dress and panties,” he ordered in a low, deep voice that made tremors erupt inside her.
“Yes, Sir.” Her hands went to the zipper at her back, lowering it until the material fluttered open along her spine. Then she drew the straps down off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. Through it all, Ram watched with a hooded, carnal stare. His gaze dipped down to her tits, and her nipples pebbled under his stare.
Then he swiveled on his heel and strode to the armoire, where he began extracting items. Sadie wriggled out of the dress, letting it pool at her feet, then slid the black lace thong down her legs. She stepped out of it and, remembering something from her research about submissives being clean, she picked her clothing up off the floor, and laid it on the end of the mattress.
She stood with her hands clasped before her, watching Ram take items from the armoire and place them on a small rolling cart.
“Go stand by the bondage horse. I will join you there in a moment,” Ram said, not looking over his shoulder.
With her stomach doing somersaults, Sadie did as he asked, unsure of what would happen next. But she was still so turned on from that damn kiss, she was ready, and more than willing.
She ran her hand over the leather padding and found it smooth as butter. The bondage horse was a modified sawhorse with leather padding over the top and a ledge on each side to rest your knees on when straddling it. At the front and tail end of the furniture were silver metal loops.
Ram joined her. “Give me your hands.”
She held them out without question. He had removed his tank top, revealing his six pack and defined obliques. His jeans rode dangerously low on his hips, the top button undone. The firm bulge had her licking her lips. This was what she wanted.
Ram proceeded to affix leather wrist cuffs to her wrists. The cuffs were lined with soft microfiber.
“Good. Now I’m going to restrain you on the bench. If at any time, something hurts or scares you, or doesn’t feel right, use your safeword. That will be the signal for me to stop and we’ll readjust or stop altogether. Understood?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
His gray gaze burned with pride and something more, something she didn’t recognize, and it was gone before she could examine it further. Then he helped her climb up onto the bench in her heels so that her body straddled the leather padding, with her knees resting on the ledge on each side. Ram positioned her form so that her bottom and pelvis were at the edge on one side. Then he clipped a chain to the loops on her wrist cuffs and attached them to the other end. This action had her laying her torso flush against the leather. He moved around to her rear and out of sight.
She shivered as he affixed a leather strap just above her knees to hold her thighs in place. But then he slid Velcro restraints around her ankles, connecting them to the bench.
“Now that’s a lovely sight. Ever had a man here, babe?” His fingers grazed her back channel.
She gasped at the naughty sensation. “No, Sir.”
“Well, we will see how you do with this.” He rubbed lubricant against her rosette and she gasped at the cool liquid. Her mouth dropped open when he pressed a finger, coated with lube, inside her rear.
Her body resisted the intrusion. She tensed at the strange sensation.
“Ease up, babe. Take a few deep breaths for me and let me in. I’m just stretching you for the plug.”
Plug? But then his finger pressed forward, going a little deeper. Sadie remembered to breathe—just barely—because she didn’t want to disappoint him. It was the weirdest thing. She had never sought approval from her deceased husband. So why did she crave it with Ram?
As she relaxed more, his finger thrust deeper and deeper into her forbidden channel, and waves of pleasure flooded her veins. She whimpered when he added a second and then a third finger. It was a cross between simmering pleasure and acute pain, and it made her sensors go haywire.
But then he removed his fingers. Before she could protest the lack, the cool, slick plug prodded her entrance.
“You’re doing beautifully for me, babe. Just relax and take three deep breaths for me,” Ram commanded.
Sadie didn’t hesitate as he worked the plug into her rear. It was cone shaped and belled out toward the base. He thrust it in and out for a minute or so until it slid home. Sadie felt moisture dripping from her pussy. God, she couldn’t remember being this aroused. Ever.
“Gorgeous. I’m going to flog your sweet ass. If you need your safeword, use it,” he murmured, running his hand over her bottom.
Then he trailed the soft leather tips of the flogger over her back, tracing it over her bottom and between her thighs. She shivered. Pleasure streamed through her veins, flooding her body with endorphins, which was why she cried out at the first slap against her butt. The leather made a cracking sound as it landed.
“Oh god.” Her hips jerked. Pain radiated from her bottom. This wasn’t sexy. It hurt.
Sadie steeled herself. She was all in. If she hated it, then at least she would know and wouldn’t have to do it ever again. The next three swats made tears form on her lashes. She gritted her teeth, determined to see it through.
At the next whack against her bare bottom, the leather strands fell against the plug and grazed her pussy. Pleasure-filled bursts erupted. She moaned. Oh god! How had she lived without this?
The pain burned away as pleasure took its place. She wriggled her hips, canting them up for more.
“I must say, babe, you are quite the surprise. I’m going to give you a few harder lashes now. Let me know if it’s too much,” Ram said with approval lacing his voice.
Harder than what he’d already done? Her butt burned. Ram ratcheted up the force of his strokes, whacking her bum hard enough, she knew she would be bruised tomorrow. But god, it was unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was fantastic.
Molten lava flowed through her veins. Sadie entered another plane of existence suffused with pleasure, where Ram was her god. No one was more surprised than she when at the next hard wallop, she came. The orgasm slammed into her system.
“Oh god, Sir!” she cried as she quaked.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous when you climax. And your pussy’s fucking drenched. I have to taste you,” he growled.
Sadie was riding an endorphin high when his tongue swiped through her crease and curled around her clit. Her mouth dropped open on a moan. Ram explored her like an adventurer discovering new lands. He teased her flesh. Nibbled on her labia. Sucked at her pleasure button until it was swollen and throbbing.
Only then did he plunge his tongue inside her sheath. Sadie was on fire, slowly being incinerated from the inside out. And she could do nothing but take it. She couldn’t move, or rock her hips to gain more friction. She couldn’t make him speed up the torturous ecstasy.
Sadie felt herself let go of the ledge she had been holding on to, trying to keep her head above water ever since the accident. The control on her emotions, the control on her daily life and all the decisions she’d been forced to confront, dropped away. Something inside her unfurled as she surrendered to Ram’s mastery.
Freedom.
Tears rimmed her lashes and fell at the beauty of it. She came apart as he bit down on her clit. The orgasm slashed through her system.
“Oh, Sir,” she moaned, quaking from the bliss flooding her body.
She had barely come down from her climax, her second one in minutes, when she heard the rip of a foil packet. She quivered at the sound. The head of his cock prodded her pussy.
“Sir?” she whined, hardly believing that moments before, she had been climaxing, and now the need to feel him inside her overwhelmed e
verything.
“You want this?” He stroked the crown through her crease.
“Yes, Sir.” She moaned.
“Then say it. Tell me that you want my cock.”
She panted, on edge and blind with her all-consuming need. “Please, Master Ram, I need you to fuck me with your big, fat cock.”
At her words, he drove inside her sheath until his balls slapped against her clit. Oh god, with the plug, her pussy was so much tighter. But then Ram decided to catapult her body into another solar system. He began to thrust in tandem with the butt plug, which he was withdrawing and plunging back into her back channel. It was like having two men fuck her at once.
Sadie was delirious with her need. Ram went slow at first—so slow, rocking his hips and withdrawing until just the tip remained while thrusting the plug all the way in. Back and forth.
“Sir,” she wailed, needing more friction, needing more from him. She wanted everything he could give her.
“I must say, babe, you’ve got a succulent cunt that grips my cock deliciously. And you like the plug fucking you. I’m going to make you come and then I’m going to fuck your ass,” he murmured darkly.
“Yes, please.” She moaned.
He smacked her bottom. “Please what?”
“Please, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
And then he stopped the tandem movements with the plug and pushed it all the way back in. He gripped her hips and began to screw her brains—what was left of them—right out. Hard and brutally, he surged inside her until he hit the lip of her womb. His fingers dug into her hips. They would bruise but she didn’t care, as long as he kept fucking her.
The sensations in Sadie’s body built, and pleasure coiled in her center, only to implode like a black hole reaching maximum capacity. Shockwaves rippled through her as she climaxed, her pussy quaking around Ram’s thrusting shaft.
He withdrew his cock and the plug in a single move, making her gasp. Then a dollop of lube coated her rosette.