Club Fantasy Page 4
The punishment equipment of years gone by.
The original ones had places for the head and hands to rest and hinged boards to keep them in place. The ones she’d read about, like this one, also had a place for a woman’s breasts to be contained. A fresh spate of cream soaked her thong as she imagined the things that could be done to a woman held helpless in the apparatus.
Risa stood, waiting for instructions while Master J slowly walked around her. She could sense the impact of his gaze on her as he studied her from every angle.
“Before we begin, Reulas gave me the specifics of your request,” he told her. “Look at me, Risa.” His voice was softer now.
She raised her eyes, questioning. “Yes, Master J?”
“Reulas takes his requests very seriously. He wants to make sure that those he pairs together are a suitable match.” He brushed a stray strand of hair back from her face. “For what we are about to do—especially to take you to levels you’ve never reached before—there must be complete and absolute trust. I promise you that you have nothing to fear from me. You can trust me only to satisfy your desires and to stretch your limits, but not push you beyond them if it becomes too much for you. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
“I want you to tell me exactly what it is you’re seeking tonight. I want to hear it from you.”
Risa swallowed. She forced herself to keep her gaze on him while she answered.
“I have discovered that I want to explore greater levels of pain, to reach that point where the pain itself is a pleasure. To be helpless, except to do as you command me. To achieve the intense orgasms possible at that level. I-I’ve discovered that pain increases my pleasure, that it takes me to a place where things couldn’t ever be too much. And to please you because of that.”
His lips twitched as if he was holding back a smile. His gaze softened but there was still hunger flaring in his irises. Risa’s breath caught as the heat of his gaze seared her, sending shivers skating over the surface of her skin. She’d only wanted this one night, but suddenly she wanted much more than that. From him. With him. And the intensity of her need frightened her. She’d spent her entire life being careful not to let her emotions rule her mind, so how had this even happened?
“I have been a Dom for many years, Risa. I like to think I have pleased my subs, given them what they wanted, and that I did it well. That is the reason why Reulas selected me for this evening. I will never, ever take a sub to a point where it would be emotionally harmful. Give me your trust, and I will give you what you need. So I ask you now, are you ready for this evening?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Then before we begin, I must have your safeword.”
She had always used stoplight, figuring the significance of the word itself would help convey her meaning. But for tonight she’d chosen something else.
“Nightbird.”
Tonight, she expected to fly.
Master J. tilted up her face with one finger beneath her chin. Something like humor momentarily flashed in his eyes.
“Then I will make sure you fly tonight.” He released her chin. “You know the rules. You will address me as Master or Master J. You may not ask questions unless I give you permission. You will speak only when spoken to except to use your safeword, which you will use only when you are certain you want me to stop. And you will obey my every command. Understood?”
“Yes, Master J.” His name sensuously rolled off her tongue.
Apparently satisfied with the atmosphere in the room, he took up a position in the center of the floor, legs apart, arms folded across his chest.
“Submissive pose, girl,” he ordered.
Risa obediently dropped to her knees before him, eyes downcast, head bowed, hands behind her back.
“Excellent. Rise and remove your clothing, everything except your shoes.”
Risa rose to her feet. Still keeping her gaze on the floor, she unfastened the halter-top and dropped it beside her. Trembling with anticipation she slid down the side zipper on her micro skirt, stepped out of it and let it fall on top of the halter. She hooked her thumbs into the thin elastic straps holding the thong in place and eased it down her legs, awkwardly balancing herself on her stiletto heels as she stepped out of it. But when she would have added it to the other items, Master J took it from her hands and pressed it to his face.
Closing his eyes, he inhaled.
“Exquisite. And so wet. I’m pleased that you are already so aroused.”
Risa just stood there, hands behind her back, thrilled that her scent pleased him.
“Turn around,” he commanded. “Slowly. I want to see every inch of you.”
She had only moved partway around when he clasped a hand around her arm and stopped her.
“Submissive pose.”
Immediately she sank to her knees, unease fluttering in her stomach. Had she done something to displease him already? What could it be? Would he decide to end the session? But when he gave the next order there was as much of a tone of possessiveness as of domination. Something was definitely happening between them. Holding her breath, she waited for his next order.
“Touch your forehead to the floor, knees wide apart. Yes, like that. Now reach behind you and separate the cheeks of your ass. I want to see every bit of you exposed.”
If possible, she felt even more naked, aware that he could see every inch of her pussy and her ass. A whisper of sound told her he’d moved up behind her. In a moment, one finger touched her, moving slowly from her clit down the length of her pussy, stopping at her opening to probe lightly inside before finally touching her anus and gently rimming it. A shiver of delight skated over her skin.
“Such an enticing cunt,” he murmured. “And a delicious ass. Tonight I’ll make sure to work both of them properly.”
She heard him step away.
“On your feet, girl, then walk over to the pillory and place yourself properly. It’s one of my favorite instruments and a good way to begin our evening.”
Risa shook slightly as she walked over to the apparatus and pressed against it. Resting her chin in the curve for her head, she placed her hands and her breasts where Master J indicated and waited for him to lock her into it. The wood was polished and smooth against her skin, obviously sanded to prevent splinters from harming a sub.
As he latched each section into place, the realization that she was now completely helpless excited her beyond belief. He could do whatever he chose to her and she was powerless to stop him. The throbbing in her cunt accelerated, vibrating through her body.
“It excites me to have my submissive so restrained,” he said as he adjusted all the hinged bars. “It leaves you totally at my mercy.” He paused. “Does that excite you?”
“Yes, Master J. It does.” More than she’d ever expected. Until now, she’d only had either her wrists or her ankles manacled. And never in a pillory, in a position of such complete helplessness. With no movement allowed at all and her entire body exposed to whatever her Dom chose to do.
Yet she had no hesitation about this with Master J. The invisible connection she’d felt almost immediately shimmered between them. The look in his eyes and the tone of his voice told her she wasn’t alone in dealing with that emotion. The pulse in her cunt throbbed harder and cream trickled down the inside of her thighs.
Silently, he locked the head restraints in place, then the wrists, and finally the breasts. Except for her feet, Risa was completely immobilized. And she had never been so aroused in her life. The tiny edge of fear, of the unknown, only served to ramp up her arousal.
Master J walked around to stand in front of her, a tiny smile of satisfaction curving his lips. His mouth fascinated her and she wondered how it would feel on her nipples and her clit. She had to bite down on her lip to tamp down the excitement rushing through her.
“Afraid already?” he asked.
“No, Master.” She swiped her tongue across her lower lip. “May I say, instead, that I
am eager to experience what awaits me?”
Heat flamed in his eyes. “I’ll do my best to live up to your expectations.”
Moving closer, he squeezed her constricted breasts, kneading them with his fingers before taking each nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezing them. Tiny sparks of erotic pain shot though her breasts and spread down to her cunt. He knew how to apply just the right amount of pressure to give her the most pleasure.
“Look at me,” Master J commanded. “Let me see your eyes. Good. I can see the pleasure in them. You enjoy pain. But you’ll tell me when it gets past that edge of sweetness.”
Risa gritted her teeth at the first edge of pain. But as the intensity increased, she welcomed it. Pain had always been a great stimulant. For whatever reason, it stimulated her and put her in a state of sexual need. Even pain that occurred outside the bedroom, which could sometimes make for an embarrassing situation. This was the major reason why she’d wanted to experiment with higher levels of it.
Master J continued to pinch and twist until her pebbled tips were swollen and pleasantly aching. He bent his head and licked each nipple, then lightly bit each one before walking around to her back. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to control the tremors in her pussy.
The next sensation was his hand trailing down her spine to her ass, cupping each cheek before probing the hot crevice between her globes. She clenched at his touch, trying to trap his hand, but he laughed. A low, rough sound that left her swallowing hard.
“Not yet, girl. Not just yet.”
She was totally unprepared for the slap on her buttocks, the hard contact of flesh on flesh, and she jerked. But Master J gave that warm as molasses laugh and lightly pinched her. Then his lips were at her ear, his breath a faint breeze against her skin.
“I need to warm up that sweet ass of yours before we move on to the good stuff.”
Smack!
His hard hand landed again and the pain began to spread over her entire buttocks and down to her thighs. A pleasurable heat that made her body silently beg for more. She wished she could ask him to keep his hand on her just for a moment after the contact, so she could feel his fingers’ warmth through the searing heat the slap created.
This time she only jerked slightly. She even saucily wiggled her rear end at him.
The next blow was sharper, harder, and then they came in rapid, but uneven, succession. She had no way to anticipate when the next one would fall, which only made her more excited. The heat and pain continued to spread in waves of bliss. When he stopped she wanted to cry out in protest, but she swallowed the words. When nothing happened for a long moment, she wondered if he’d stopped for good. Had her reaction in some way displeased him? Did he want her to cry out more, to beg him to stop? Her stomach knotted with tension.
He was in front of her again. With her head locked in the position it was in, she couldn’t keep it submissively lowered, so she saw him clearly. Desire still flared in his eyes and the muscles in his jaw tightened. Risa had never met a man who aroused her so instantly or to such heights. Or who called to something dark inside her the way Master J did.
She was so ready for whatever he wanted. It wasn’t just his knowledgeable touch or his expertise at administering pain. He knew what to do and exactly how to do it. It was more than that. The man himself gave off such sensual vibes, she could feel them surrounding her with every breath.
His lips curved in a tiny smile as his gaze locked with hers. He held a crop in his hand, one that had a short but thin tail, like a miniature whip. He kept drawing it slowly across his palm.
“Has anyone ever used this on your breasts, girl?”
His voice was so mesmerizing she almost forgot to answer him.
“Uh, no. I mean, no Master J.”
“But you’d like that, yes?”
She wet her lips. “Yes. Master.”
As long as it’s you.
And where had that thought come from?
“We’ll begin with some light strokes. This is something you must get used to.”
He trailed the thin strip of leather back and forth across her breasts until she was ready to beg for him to get on with it. That was the moment he chose to give the crop a hard flick of his wrist and it whapped across both breasts, drawing a soft line of pain across her skin. Master J watched her carefully as he applied the little whip again and again. The strokes were never hard, but each one had a bite. And each took her breath away, not from the pain, but from the eroticism of the sharp sting on her tender flesh. Her breasts quivered in response and her nipples hardened to stiff peaks. Even this quickly she could sense her orgasm beginning to gather low in her body.
Master J cupped her jaw and looked directly into her eyes.
“You find that stimulating. Good. Suspected you would. And we have barely begun.” He drew his tongue lightly along her lips, her body trembling in response. “But remember. You will not come until I give you permission. Do you know what happens to bad girls who do that?”
She shook her head within its limited motion.
“I arouse them in ways they never imagined, then leave them tied in such a way that they cannot even bring themselves to orgasm. So you’ll follow the rules.”
I’ll do my best.
He moved away and when he returned, again behind her, she sensed the long, round smoothness of what had to be a cane.
“Reulas said that caning was on your wish list.” He brought his head close to hers and gently nipped the tender skin where her neck and shoulder met. “I’m an expert at this. It’s one of my favorite activities.” He trailed his mouth across her nape and nibbled at the other shoulder. “I use a thin cane because it produces a sharper, more pleasurable pain. Each stroke builds on the previous one, giving you the sensation of a burn. You will feel it on your ass, your thighs, even your cunt.” He drew his tongue along her spine. “Since this is your first time, I’ll only give you ten strokes tonight. Then you’ll tell me how it made you feel.”
She drew in a deep breath, let it out slowly, and closed her eyes. She didn’t know which was exciting her more, the anticipation of the cane or Master J’s mouth on her body. She prayed he would use both on her more. That and any other instruments he chose. Because beyond the pain and realization of her sexual fantasies, something electrically charged kept zinging between them. While she had desired a lot of men, once they were finished with play time, she never thought of them until she was ready to play again. Master J had such an intense emotional impact on her from the moment she’d seen him that she was unsure how to deal with it.
And, unless she was mistaken, the same feelings had wrapped themselves around him.
Risa was so busy letting her mind wildly race over this idea that she forgot to brace herself for the first blow. It fell, sharp and stinging, across her buttocks. She bit down on her lip to keep from crying out. The next one fell without warning and after that they hit sporadically, heat spreading from the cheeks of her ass down to her thighs and her pussy. As each cry tried to force itself from her mouth, she swallowed it back. But by the third or fourth stroke, the edge of pain had been dulled by the intense pleasure rushing through her. She couldn’t help the little moan that escaped her.
Master J was running the palm of his hand over her again, smoothing her burning flesh. She was stunned when he placed a kiss on each globe of her buttocks.
“You have a very sweet ass, girl. I can’t wait to fuck it.”
And I can’t wait to have you do it.
She wanted to come, badly. Her thighs were sticky with her cream and her pussy throbbed with hunger. She wanted to beg him for permission, yet at the same time wanted him to know that he had all the control.
Master J’s fingers traced the line of her slit and he hummed with satisfaction.
“I think it wouldn’t take much to push you into that orgasm you so badly want,” he said. “And you’ll have it, but only when I’m ready to allow you.”
“Thank you, Ma
ster J.”
As she waited for whatever came next, Risa was suddenly aware that something more than heavy BDSM play was happening here. She’d only wanted an experienced Dom who could take her to the next level, even higher, and help her satisfy her dark desires. But something more than that, something riding the edge of emotion, was happening between them and she sensed Master J felt it, too.
What the hell?
She hadn’t come here looking for anything beyond one night of extreme satisfaction. Of exploring new boundaries. Her other attempts to connect emotionally with a Dom had exploded and left her badly burned. Besides, how could she develop feelings for someone this fast when she’d spent so much time separating herself from her everyday life and the Doms she played with? She knew she had to fight this—whatever this was—but she seemed to have little control over the emotion surging through her, squeezing her heart and warming her from the inside out.
“When we’re finished I’ll put some special cream on you to ease any discomfort.” He gave a slight groan. “I wish you could see how beautiful your ass is with these red stripes on it. I’d love to run my tongue over each one. And maybe I will before our session is over.” He gave her buttocks a soft slap. “Spread your feet wider, girl. I have a treat for you.”
She widened her stance as much as she could. She didn’t know which was making her more uncomfortable, the residual soreness from the spanking, the whipping and caning, or her position in the pillory. She felt herself falling away from the pain into subspace, where she was disconnected from everything except sensation, and her Master could do anything at all. She trusted Reulas to have matched her with a trustworthy Dom. And besides, whatever that feeling was that was building inside her, she was assured that she was truly safe with Master J.
She closed her eyes for a moment, centering herself, and was shocked to feel Master J’s lips on hers. None of the Doms she’d been with had been into kissing. Three of them had told her it was more personal than they wanted to get—although she had sometimes wondered what could be more personal than being completely naked and fucked with every imaginable toy. His mouth was firm and smooth, and he exerted just the right amount of pressure. The tip of his tongue traced the seam of her lips, a tiny flame searing her mouth. Her eyes flew open and she found him staring into them.