by Jamie Knight
“Give me your hand and let me guide you out of the car,” Max said. “Follow my instructions, and I’ll make sure you don’t fall.”
“O-okay.”
He wrapped his warm, meaty hand around my fingers and helped me step outside.
“We’re going to walk forward about five feet.”
I took a few hesitant steps forward over gravel and was glad I’d worn my flat boots because heels would have been a bad choice. Knowing me, I would have broken one or both of my ankles.
I inhaled the scent of the ocean doing my best to tamp down my anxiety. It wasn’t working. Panic bubbled up inside me, but every time my fear threatened to boil over, I stuffed it down and told myself everything would be okay, and that Kane wouldn’t hurt me.
“Stop walking,” Max instructed. “Enjoy your evening.”
He dropped my hand and left me on my own.
I clenched and unclenched my fists by my side and waited. I knew I was still outside by the slight ocean breeze ruffling my hair. Somewhere in the distance, a door opened, and the sound of classical music surrounded me.
After a few seconds, I sensed Kane’s nearness. A smile twitched the corners of my lips, but instead of allowing my smile to take hold, I scowled. He needed to know how annoyed I was for being ignored for almost two weeks and then for being made to wear a blindfold.
“Someone’s pissed,” he said, sounding amused.
I turned towards the sound of his voice. Part of me wanted to fall into his arms and once again beg him to fuck me, but I’d lasted two weeks without him, and I’d last two more if I had to. Although, I hoped that wouldn’t happen.
“Why the secrecy?” I snapped. “Why not tell me what’s happening and what we’re doing, or going to do?”
“Where would be the fun in that?” he replied.
“It would stop me worrying that I was about to join a sex cult.”
Kane was silent for a few minutes. When he spoke again his voice was even and quiet. “I asked if you trusted me and you said you did. Before we go any further, I need to know you believe that.”
Despite the blindfold, I moved my head towards his voice and up, as if I could look into his eyes.
“I do believe it,” I said sincerely. “It’s just… I’m just unnerved and frustrated. That and it’s been a hellish two weeks wearing this thing.”
I gestured towards my crotch.
“Do you have any idea how hard this has been?”
Kane chuckled slightly.
“I have an idea. I trust that you’ve behaved yourself?”
“By ‘behaved myself,’ do you mean did I try to get this damn belt off? I didn’t.”
“I know you didn’t. If you had, I would have known. An alarm would’ve alerted me.”
“I should have known.”
I crossed my arms in front of my chest.
He came closer, and goosebumps dotted my skin at his nearness. I wanted to rip the blindfold off so I could see him. I ached to reach out so I could touch him.
“Are you ready to join the party?” he asked, taking my hand and giving it a gentle kiss.
“There are people here?” My nervousness overcame me, and I started to shake.
“A few of my trusted friends.”
I tugged at my plain, black dress.
“I wish you’d given me a heads up. I’m not dressed for a party.”
He started to lead me towards the music.
“You won’t stay dressed for long.”
“Woah there, cowboy.”
I stopped in my tracks and pulled my hand from his.
“Back up. I didn’t agree to get naked with anyone else. Is that part of the initiation? Because if it is, you can forget about it. Exhibitionism isn’t my thing.”
“Wait and see.”
He wrapped a hand around the back of my neck in a possessive gesture, and it was all I could do not to beg him to take me there and then. The warmth of his hand on my skin lit a raging fire inside of me.
He guided me inside. Glasses clinked, and people chit-chatted, but since I couldn’t see a single thing, I had to rely on my ears. Not that I could make out any of the conversations because the music was too loud.
Kane hooked an arm around my waist and continued to guide me.
“Can I take the blindfold off?” I begged.
“Soon.”
I tried to relax as he led me deeper into the house. In the space of two weeks, my life had changed beyond recognition. I’d gone from clubbing with my friends on a Saturday night to attending a soiree by the ocean where I was about to be initiated into a sect of some sort.
What would happen from here on out? In a month? In three months? In a year? As time passed, would he expect me to have sex with other people? I swallowed hard, dreading the answer to that last question.
He kept guiding me until the sound of the voices drifted away.
“Where are we going?”
It was pointless asking because he wouldn’t give me any answers, but being a naturally curious person aka nosey, I couldn’t help but ask.
He gave my waist a quick squeeze.
“Haven’t you learned not to ask questions because you’re not going to get any answers?”
I nodded but continued asking anyway, “What can you tell me about the initiation ceremony?”
“I can tell you’re nervous and panicked. There’s no need.”
“That’s okay for you to say,” I mumbled.
“We’re about to walk down some stairs. Let me guide you.”
“Are we at your house?” I asked.
“Yes,” was the only reply I got.
“Does the initiation take place in front of other people, because if it does, I don’t want that.”
He pulled me closer into his body; my curves pushed up against his hard muscles. His hands traced my chin and jerked it up towards his face—or what I assumed was his face.
“It’s not for you to decide what you want. No more talking,” he ordered. “All I ask is that you trust me.”
His lips met mine in a quick, light kiss. It was infuriating.
As hard as it was not to ask any more questions, I bit my tongue and kept quiet. Not an easy feat for me.
“We’re coming to the last step then we’re going to walk forward about ten more feet.”
I allowed him to steer me forward. When we stopped walking, I heard hushed voices, but I couldn’t guess how many people were there. It felt like we were in a large room. Some of the windows were cracked and I could feel the cool breeze of the night air seeping in just slightly.
Kane tried to let me go but I clung to his hands.
“I don’t want anyone else to touch me,” I begged, close to tears. “Please tell me no one but you will touch me. Oh, God, you’re not going to brand me with a hot iron or anything, are you? I don’t want any markings on my skin.”
He cupped my cheek in his hands. “You belong to me. Everyone else is aware of that, and only I will ever touch you. And no, I’m not going to brand you. Why would I want to scar your beautiful skin? Relax, Reese. Let yourself go and try to enjoy this.”
He traced a finger along the blindfold where it pressed into my cheek. I nodded and tried to catch my breath. I had wanted something new. I had wanted Kane—and Kane was an adventure. Unbidden, my hands moved up to my chest and clenched the star pendant there. The familiar points pressed into my fingers and I started to relax.
Sensing my acceptance, Kane went to my back and put his hands on my shoulders. He leaned down and hovered his mouth to my ear. “Now turn and face the crowd,” he whispered.
And I did.
Chapter Nineteen
Reese
A hush fell over wherever we were, and a hum of excitement filled the air. It was as if the people gathered had been waiting for this display, this initiation. My initiation.
Kane cleared his throat.
“Thank you all for spending Saturday night with us,” Kane announced to the crowd; his
deep voice echoed of the walls a bit. “It’s been a while since we’ve welcomed anyone into our private club and Reese has proven herself a worthy addition. I set her a chastity-belt challenge for the past two weeks, and she more than passed.
“Let me make this clear once more. She’s mine. No one may touch her or instruct her to do anything. If anyone goes against my wishes, there will be disciplinary action and possible expulsion. Remember safe, sane and consensual.”
He pressed his lips to my ear and nibbled on my earlobe.
“Lift your arms.”
“Kane, I don’t know these people. I—”
“Pretend like it’s just you and me, Reese. Like we’re the only two people in the room.”
I could do that. I could swallow down whatever embarrassment I felt about being naked in front of other people. He’d already warned everyone that they couldn’t touch me.
I raised my arms, and he pulled my dress over my head. His fingers brushed over the curve of my breasts, and my heartbeat kicked up a notch. My nipples puckered into points. I was so turned on that one twist, or pinch had the ability to make me come.
He entwined his fingers with mine and gave them a reassuring squeeze.
“I’m going to take off your boots now.”
Tiny thrills ran through me as he made quick work of removing the rest of my clothes until I wore nothing but a pair of lacey boy shorts over the chastity belt in a room filled with God knows how many people. I wouldn’t admit it to Kane yet, but it was highly intoxicating and arousing.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispered, tracing his fingertips over my skin lightly. “I missed the curve of your hips and stomach. I’ve missed your ass. Your tits.”
To prove his point, he pinched both of my nipples, and I responded with a raspy moan. I was slick with arousal, and I wanted him to fuck me so badly it physically hurt.
“I’ve missed you, too,” I breathed, quiet enough that the others wouldn’t hear.
“How much?”
“Enough that I’m already on the verge of coming.”
“Not yet,” he said and wrapped his hands around my hips.
The sound of him ripping off my underwear filled my ears and was intensely stimulating.
When I wore only the chastity belt, he tapped his finger against the front panel.
“It’s been two weeks since I put this on her and not once has she tried to remove it. That alone shows the strength of her willpower. Not many could withstand the same torture.”
I felt his fingers move around to the back of the belt and then I heard two gentle clicks. I’m free. I was finally free from my prison. I breathed a huge sigh of relief when I felt my metal and silicone prison fall to the ground.
Part of me started regretting not asking for the time to take a shower. Here I was, bare before all these guests, and all I wanted was to clean up after having the chastity belt on all day.
As if reading my mind, Kane said, “I plan to wash you and prepare you for me.”
An involuntary shiver ran down my spine. My hips thrust out just a bit; I was so ready for his touch.
“I can’t wait to explore every inch of your pussy and watch you cream the more I touch you,” he whispered in my ear.
I became wetter with every word he said. My hips started to shake with desire.
“Sit, there’s a chair behind you,” Kane said, gently nudging me backward. “Everything will feel so much more sensitive after this.”
When the back of my legs hit against the chair, I sat on what felt like a wooden seat covered with a soft towel.
“Move to the end of the seat and spread your legs.”
A feathery finger brushed over the hood of my clit, making me gasp and shiver.
“Do you want more of that?”
I wiggled forward and opened my legs wide.
“Yes. So much more. Being touched after so long feels so fucking good.”
“Keep your hands on the arms of the chair. Only I can touch you. You have no idea how good it’s going to get. Before the night’s over, I’ll have touched and tasted every inch of your pussy. And when I’m done touching and tasting, I might slide my cock inside and fuck you until you beg me to stop and even then, I won’t.”
I needed to see his eyes, to look into them while he talked dirty. I turned my blindfolded face up towards where I felt his was, but I couldn’t catch a glimpse. Resigned, I lay my hands over the arms of the wooden chair and dug my fingernails in.
“Do you think you’d like that, pet?” A finger circled around my entrance, and my inner muscles clenched, trying to coax it inside. I concentrated on holding my thighs open and not clamping them shut and trapping his hand.
“What do you think I think?” I said on a raspy breath.
My pulse raced so fast, I could hear the whoosh of blood through my veins.
He chuckled. A few seconds later a damp, warm cloth was placed on my shoulders. He ran the wet cloth up and down my skin, soaking every inch of me.
After, he brought a sweet, lavender smelling soap to my nose and then touched it to my skin. Slowly, oh so slowly he massaged the soap, working it into a lather. Being touched after so long felt heavenly. It was like getting a massage.
Kane’s movements were leisurely, sensual, and methodical. He was in no hurry. The soap glided over my skin, and my breathing picked up speed. Who knew being washed by someone could have felt so sexy.
To stop myself from swaying and my hips undulating, I gripped the arms of the chair and did my best not to squirm or reach down to get myself off.
After soaping my mound, he pulled open the folds of my lower lips. “Every part of you is as beautiful as the next, and I want to see every inch of your pussy.” Gently, his finger glided down one side and then the other. Using precise and painstakingly slow strokes, Kane continued to wash me.
“Move forward a little more,” he ordered. “When I said I wanted to see every inch of your pussy, that meant your asshole, too.”
My pussy and anus clenched, and I bit my lip to hold back the moan that hovered there.
“You like that don’t you, dirty girl?”
He applied more soap around my ass cheeks and once again took his time washing me. Being fucked in the ass was one of my darkest and dirtiest fantasies. A fantasy I was sure Kane would have no problem fulfilling.
“Finished.”
He wiped my soapy flesh with a warm, wet cloth from front to back and then patted me dry with a soft, cotton towel. I could hear him stand back and look over my now spotless body.
“You’re drenched.”
To demonstrate, he slid his fingers back and forth through my sopping folds. As if the need to come wasn’t already strong enough.
“Can I feel?” I begged.
He took my hand and guided it between my legs.
“Mmmhmm.”
I loved the smoothness, the silkiness, and the sexiness of my pussy. I moved my fingers to my lower lips, and I couldn’t help but slide a finger around my opening and then up to my throbbing clit. I didn’t want to stop. I’d missed touching myself and making myself come on my fingers.
“Enough,” Kane instructed.
“Can’t I play for a little while longer?” I asked in a breathy whisper. “It’s been so long.”
He stilled my hand with his.
“I said that’s enough. Don’t make me lock you up again.”
Not wanting to go through that particular torture again, I snatched my fingers away.
“I see you’ve learned your lesson.”
He chuckled a bit.
“You have no idea.”
He placed his palms on top of my knees and pushed them as wide as they could go, exposing me to whoever else was with us. The longer I was in the room with other people, the more I didn’t mind and the more turned on I got. If I was honest, being watched but not being able to see was a heady aphrodisiac.
Kane pressed soft kisses up and down my thighs until they quivered, and when I didn’t t
hink I could take any more teasing, he clamped his lips over my clit and sucked hard.
My back arched, and incoherent words tumbled from my mouth. I pushed myself against his probing tongue seeking the release that I’d been denied for twelve days.
The edge of his teeth brushed against my engorged clit, and I was about to lose it, but then he stopped.
“Please, Kane, Sir. Don’t stop. Let me come,” I begged.
“You like my face between your legs, don’t you? You like me eating you out and tasting your cream.”
“So much,” I sighed.
A smack against my pussy made me yelp, and a hot, stinging sensation radiated from my core. He smacked again and again and again, and before I could register what was happening, he slid two fingers into my sopping wet pussy and pummeled me.
“Oh, God,” I gasped. My inner muscles clamped down on his fingers, and my arousal flowed over his hand. He inserted a third finger, stretching me wide. Just when I teetered on the edge, he removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue.
“Kane, let me come. Please.”
I would lose my fucking mind if I didn’t come soon.
He tongue fucked me, but when I was on the brink of climaxing, once again he pulled back and stopped.
Now his thumb was in my pussy, and his fingertips rimmed my ass. I ground against him. Pressure built up inside and I was close to exploding into millions of pieces. But he stopped, twisted his hand and resumed finger fucking me, pressing his fingertips against my inner walls.
“I’m going to come. I can’t stop it. I’m going to come,” I screeched.
“Then come for me, pet,” he ordered. “Come hard and gush all over my hand. Show everyone here what I do to you.”
Even if he hadn’t given me his permission to come, I wouldn’t have been able to hold back. An orgasm ripped through me, and cum squirted from my body.
I’d been dreaming of an orgasm this intense for as long as I could remember. I couldn’t stop convulsing or squirting. The release was as intense as I’d always imagined it would be.
Once I was spent, I sagged forward on the wooden chair, but Kane didn’t stop pummeling me. His fingers glided in and out of my sopping pussy.