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“If there is anything I picked that you strongly object to,” he said, “this is the time to tell me. Otherwise I’ll match up our choices and tell Reulas we’re ready.” Actually, he was more than ready.
“I’m fine with the selections.” She paused. “Master.”
“I’ll need to show Reulas the cards so he can make sure we have all the proper equipment. Once we’re in the performance area, on the stage, he’ll do the introductions.”
She rose with a fluid, graceful movement. Tanner headed back into the lounge area, very conscious of her behind him. He hoped when the night was over he could be satisfied with the pleasure and not want anything else. He just didn’t do attachments. At all. Not anymore.
Chapter 2
The performance area was to the right of the lounge, surrounded by a half-wall of glass so everyone had an unobstructed view. Kelly waited, head bowed, hands clasped behind her back, while Tanner had a long conversation with Reulas. It eased her unexpected anxiety that he took the time to check both their choices with the club owner. In the email Reulas had said Tanner was a responsible Dom, but now she saw for herself that the man was double checking everything.
Then he led her to the stage, placing her in the center, murmuring softly, “I will take good care of you, girl.”
And even not knowing him, she believed him.
She stood on display for the crowd gathered behind the glass, battling a cross between nerves and anticipation. Excitement shivered over her skin like little charges of electricity, her nipples tingled and tiny spasms gripped the muscles in the walls of her cunt. Her pulse beat harder and her breathing hitched. Would he push her as close to the edge as she needed? Push her too close? No, she didn’t think at this point in her sexual life there was such a thing as too close. Certainly not with this man, who pushed every sensual trigger in her body.
“Remove your clothes,” he ordered. “Slowly, so the audience can enjoy each part of your body as you reveal it. But leave the boots on.”
Kelly wasn’t surprised. What was it with Doms and naked women and thigh high boots, anyway?
“Feet apart,” he commanded. “Reulas is going to explain to the audience what we’re doing.”
Before she’d dressed tonight, in anticipation of what she would be asked to do, she’d rubbed lotion into every inch of her skin, including her freshly waxed pussy. A spotlight from the high ceiling bathed her in a golden halo. She deliberately took her time undressing, holding out each piece as she removed it then letting it drop to the floor.
As she removed her clothes, one item at a time, she spotted the flare of heat in Tanner’s pale grey eyes, a light he quickly banked, but it sent a thrill curling through her to know she’d put that heat there. Perhaps he wasn’t as controlled and unaffected as he appeared.
A table containing a display of various toys and other items was wheeled across the stage as Reulas took his place in front of the stage, holding a wireless mic and the selections from the deck. As each item was used or each act performed, he would hold up the card for people to see.
“Tanner Sloat, a special guest tonight, has brought us a new game to introduce to the patrons of Club Fantasy.” He held up the cards. “It’s called Cut the Cards. Couples who opt to play this game will have a new deck of cards signed out to them. Each person goes through the deck, keeps the ones picturing the activities and positions they accept, discards the others, then the two compare their choices.”
“Who makes the decision if one person chooses something the other person discarded?”
“It’s all negotiation,” Reulas told him. “Just like every D/s relationship. Everything is negotiable for the comfort zone of both parties before the session begins. Tanner and I discussed this as a good way for Doms and subs who have never played together to learn each other’s personal tastes. It’s also a great way to spice up longstanding relationships. Kelly LeBlanc, a favorite of many of you, graciously accepted the invitation to perform with Tanner tonight. Right here on this stage, he will bring her to a tremendous climax for your visual enjoyment. As you can see, she is prepared and ready to play. So let the game begin.”
She realized that Reulas had stopped speaking and Tanner was approaching her. He lifted two things from the table and for a moment she caught her breath. Then she forced herself to relax. Whenever she’d accepted the use of the hood—soft leather that zipped behind her head—she’d had to battle a feeling of suffocation. But if she was to push herself out of her sexual comfort zone, this would have to be one of the things she accepted, so she’d left the card in their pile. From the look in Tanner’s eyes when he approached her it appeared to be one of his favorite accessories. In his other hand he held a ball gag by the straps that held it in place.
He stopped directly in front of her, his slate grey eyes boring into hers.
“I need your safeword.” His voice was low, rumbling through her like a wave of heat. The timbre of it made her pussy drip.
“Snakes.”
His eyes widened a fraction. “Snakes?”
She dipped her head a little. “I hate snakes.”
One corner of his mouth kicked up in a half-smile. “Then we’ll have to be sure we don’t expose you to any.” He lifted the hood. “I’m going to put this on you now. I noticed your hesitation with the card. If you’d rather I didn’t use this, here’s your last chance to tell me.”
Kelly couldn’t say why but she sensed she could trust this man completely. She’d had one very bad experience being hooded and since then just the idea edged her toward panic. But although she had just met Tanner Sloat, he made her feel she could trust him implicitly. And an unexplained surge of desire to submit to him coaxed her to let him do whatever he wanted to her body.
“Put it on,” she said at last. “I trust you.”
He gave her a long look, then nodded. “Reulas said full sensory deprivation frightens you, so he selected a hood with openings for the eyes, the nostrils, and the mouth. It provides the feeling of restriction but still allows you to see and to breathe easily.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.
Her clit was already throbbing even though neither the man nor any of the objects had touched it. Her cunt was so wet she could smell her own scent. Tanner’s nostrils flared, an indication that he’d caught it also.
“Hands behind your back,” he ordered.
With infinite gentleness he tucked her hair behind her ears, then slid the hood carefully over her head. For one brief moment, she panicked. He paused.
“Just breathe. If it’s too much, say your safeword.”
“I’m okay,” she murmured—and suddenly, she was.
He dipped his head in acknowledgment, settled the hood in place and closed the zipper at the back.
“Breathe.”
She did, and the edge of anxiety was replaced by a craving for whatever he had in mind. Now she just wanted him to get on with it.
“Ball gag.” He lifted it to show her. “Open your mouth.”
The moment she did he placed a round ball on her tongue. When she bit down on it she was surprised to discover it was soft, made of a jellylike substance.
“I don’t like the hard ones except in certain circumstances.” He fastened the straps firmly at the back of her head. “This is our first time together, so I selected a hood that allows you to see and breathe, and a gag that will stifle your screams to a certain extent yet permit you to utter your safeword if necessary. I want you to trust me.”
And, without reason, she did. Reulas would not have put them together otherwise. She nodded to tell him she understood.
“Next card,” Reulas said. “Manacles, so the sub is held firmly in place during the pleasure of the punishment.”
An assistant lifted a large crosspiece from the table and screwed the base into the stage. Tanner guided Kelly’s hands to the cuffs that dangled from the bar, securing them around her wrists.
“Spread your legs,” he instructed.
“Butt plug.” Through the openings in the hood she saw Reulas display the card as he spoke. “Since she is a new sub with Tanner we have chosen a medium size plug for this evening.” He looked to the right where the assistant waited. “Stage, please.”
The man pressed a button in the wall and the stage rotated so her back was to the audience. Now she could no longer see Tanner, only her reflection in the glass wall. The image of her wearing the hood and the ball gag startled her but it also stimulated her in a way she’d never expected. She was spread and manacled, exposed to everyone watching, and aroused beyond any expectations. In the glass that enclosed the performance area she caught sight of Tanner behind her, one hand smoothing over her ass, the strokes both calming and exciting. He trailed his fingers through the hot crease, up and down, finally pausing to press one fingertip against the puckered opening of her anus.
Focused on his reflection, she watched him move his head closer, close enough that she could hear him through the hood.
“I’m going to lube you up really good.” He was close enough that she could feel his body heat against her back and her ass. He spoke just loud enough for her to hear him but the audience couldn’t. “When I cause you pain, it won’t be this way.”
She shivered with anticipation, dipping her head once to acknowledge his words. When he pressed his fingers against her again they were coated with a cool gel, icy-hot against her sensitive tissues. He stroked his wet fingers through the crease, around her opening and finally slipped one finger into her rectum, rubbing her inner tissues. She gave a slight sound of protest when he withdrew his touch but then he was back, more lube, this time using two fingers. And then a third, rubbing and stretching her to prepare her for the play. She was panting with need by the time the tip of the plug pushed against her opening.
Tanner separated her cheeks with one strong hand while he slowly pushed the plug inside with the other. Its surface was pebbled, each little bump like an electric stimulation.
“Breathe,” he reminded her. “In and out.”
And then it was fully seated, filling her completely. She clenched the cheeks of her buttocks around it but with her legs spread apart it was hard to get any pressure. Tremors raced through the walls of her cunt and spread throughout her body. He had barely done anything to her and she was already trembling with need.
Vaguely Kelly heard Reulas telling something else to the crowd, but she was already so stimulated she couldn’t pay attention to him. She just waited for the next stage in the performance. Whip? Paddle? Vibrator? The idea of any of them ramped up a need already spiraling out of control.
What was it about tonight? She’d been through this before, a performance for the members and guests. Okay, the hood was new, but the restraints were not. Or the plug. Or anything else in the cards. So what was the extra factor here? It had to be the man himself. Tanner Sloat radiated so much masculine appeal, so much sex, that she’d been on the verge of climax from the moment Reulas introduced them.
Relax. Breathe. Think of something else.
But it was damn hard when, from the first moment she’d seen him, she’d been willing to do almost anything he asked of her. Almost.
She closed her eyes, reaching for some measure of control. A good sub didn’t give in to her body’s demands until her Master gave her permission. She wasn’t about to embarrass either Reulas or Tanner—or herself—by letting an unbidden climax roll through her. She drew in a deep breath, let it out, and focused on what was happening.
Her eyes flew open, however, at the touch of Tanner’s fingers on her pussy. He stroked the length of her slit, up and down, before giving her clit a pinch. She gasped and tried to rock into his hand but he moved it away. A motor hummed and the stage revolved again so now she was once more facing the audience.
“I had no idea how tempting and delicious you’d be,” he said in a low voice. “I think we’ll finish the first half of the performance here and then take it someplace more private.”
Her eyes widened. The ball gag prevented her from saying anything but her mind whirled with ideas. Had she disappointed him in some way? There were cards both of them had pulled that involved his cock in her mouth. A dildo in her pussy while he sucked her clit. His shaft between her breasts, rubbing until he climaxed and shot his cum all over them. Why weren’t they going to do those things?
But it wasn’t her place to ask. Besides, she could barely focus on what was happening now. Especially when Tanner’s fingers were replaced by the touch of metal, the pinch of a clit vibrator, and thin spirals of electricity shocked through her body. She was glad for the manacles because they were the only things stabilizing her trembling body.
Watching through the openings in the hood she saw Tanner stop in front of the table, study its contents, and then pick up the single tail whip. If he had selected the paddle she would have accepted it. Her choice, after all. But with all the other sensations pummeling her body she wasn’t sure she’d have been able to handle the flat thwack of the hard wood.
Yes, you can. You can handle anything.
Not with her senses as amped up as they were right now. She was sure if Tanner touched her again with his hand she’d implode right there in front of everyone. And that would be such a violation.
He stretched out the length of the single tail and ran it over her body, shoulders to thighs, breast to breast. Along the inside of her thighs, while the little clit vibrator hummed busily and her body shivered in response.
He strolled lazily behind her, drawing the tail of the whip across one palm. She sensed when he stopped and tried to prepare herself for what would come next. When the tip of the lash struck her buttocks she flinched slightly and bit down on the ball gag. The next strike came immediately, then the next and the next. Her ass, her back, the backs of her thighs. She ground her teeth so hard into the ball gag she wondered if she’d bite clear through it. Tears ran down her cheeks. Her body was so ready for orgasm it took every ounce of control she could dredge up not to let it roll over her.
She waited for the next strike of the whip but instead it was Tanner’s hand smoothing over the skin on her back and curving over her ass. Then his head was close to hers so she could hear him through the hood.
“I’m going to let you come now, but don’t make a sound.” His low voice rumbled through her.
She nodded.
In the next moment he slid a dildo into her pussy, filling her completely, increasing the pressure from the butt plug. He turned it on and the instant the pulsations shimmied through her, she exploded. The walls of her cunt gripped the vibrator, clamping down on it. The muscles of her ass clenched. She dug her nails into the palms of her hands, every bit of her body shaking as if tossed by a violent wind. It went on and on until she wasn’t sure if she could take it for one more moment. If she hadn’t had the ball gag she was sure she would have bitten through her tongue.
Then Tanner was there, rubbing her back again, her arms, her ass as the last of the aftershocks finally rippled through her. Limp, spent, she waited weakly for whatever came next. She barely heard the sounds of the applause or Reulas’ concluding remarks. Wordless, Tanner removed the clit vibrator and slid both the dildo and butt plug from her body. He released the manacles from her wrists and her ankles and lifted her into his arms.
“Show’s over for tonight,” he murmured against the hood. “Let’s get you to some place more private.”
Chapter 3
Kelly closed her eyes, wondering if he was just going to leave the hood and gag in place. At the moment she was so weak and spent, she almost didn’t care. Almost. She leaned into Tanner’s chest as he carried her out of the performance area. He stopped for a moment then moved forward again. She heard the soft click of a door opening and closing. I
n another moment he deposited her on a soft padded surface, sitting her upright, bracing her with one arm.
She leaned into him as he unfastened the ball gag and eased it from her mouth. Then he unzipped the hood and slipped it over her head, tossing it to the side. She blinked her eyes, focusing, and realizing she was seated on a thickly padded bench in one of the private rooms.
“I’m a mess,” she mumbled.
“We’ll fix that. Not to worry.” His voice was soft and soothing, such a contrast to the uncompromising hardness of his appearance.
Moving her head so it rested against his shoulder, he pulled wet wipes from a bowl next to her and carefully cleaned her face. She was embarrassed to realize her nose had been running, the mucous mixing with her tears.
“It’s okay,” he soothed. “You did very well. Reulas said you were the perfect one for this and he was right. Whoever trained you did it well.”
Kelly’s mind took a brief trip back in time, remembering the Dom who had taught her so well, taking her from that first discovery of who and what she was to the point where she had become one of the most sought-after subs at whatever club she visited.
“I had planned to use the violet wand before the single tail whip,” he told her. “The low voltage electricity it emits ramps up the effect of both vibrators I used. But you’re so damn responsive I was afraid I’d push you over the edge too soon, no matter how you tried to hold on.”
“Thank you.”
He brushed her hair back from her face. “My pleasure.” Lifting her from the table he carried her to a large armchair in one corner, pausing on the way to pull a bottle of water from the mini fridge and grab a quilt from the rack where it was stored. In a moment he had them both in the chair. With great tenderness he wrapped the quilt around her and settled her on his lap.
“Drink,” he ordered, uncapping the bottle and holding it to her lips. They sat like that for a long time, her muscles easing, the water rehydrating her body, Tanner stroking her hair, her back, her shoulders. Never saying a word, so she didn’t either. But finally she had to ask him the question poking at the back of her brain.