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I adjusted my cock and smiled. It was time to play.

Chapter 15

 

Alix

By the time the wedding was over, I had melted into my chair behind my desk. I knew Master was going to want me to meet him for my comment in the closet. I couldn’t help it. That thought had entered my mind many times since I’d met him. He seemed attracted to me, but unwilling to do anything about it. Boy, his reaction hadn’t been what I’d expected. I would’ve at least let him give me a nice orgasm before saying it if I’d thought he’d stop right away. Since my big mouth had shot off, I had to deal with wet panties and a needy pussy the rest of the wedding. It was miserable.

I was tempted to take a little break in my office or the bathroom and help myself out, but I knew Master would know. There was no way I was going to risk any more punishment on top of the one I was getting for calling him gay when clearly he wasn’t. Thankfully I kept an extra pair of panties in my purse for just such occasions.

After changing them in the parking lot of the club, I went in to receive my punishment. He’d been waiting just as I suspected. As soon as my knees hit the cushion, he’d entered and the vibes coming off him nearly sucked the air from the room. Or maybe it was that I was so attuned to him and ready for my punishment.

Stripping off my bra, I waited for him to give me more instructions. I was left waiting for long, silent moments before finally he told me to stand. Once on my feet, his hand trailed over the pearl necklace I was still wearing. A hum of appreciation vibrated out of his chest.

“Do you know what these symbolize?” He asked. The heat from his body radiated to the front of my barely-clothed one.

“No, sir.” I shook my head.

“Then why do you wear them?” His finger hooked in them and tugged like he was going to yank on the strand —to break it.

“Because you gave them to me, sir. They remind me of you when I have them on,” I quickly answered. My hand itched to grab the necklace away from him so he couldn’t take them from me.

“Good answer. It is also a sign of ownership. Consider it your training collar. Do you understand?” He dropped the pearls, but let his fingers trail up the opposite side.

“I wear this when you are training me?” I replied and shrugged. I didn’t understand.

“No. When you wear this it is because you are mine. No one else is to touch you unless I give them permission. It is a training collar because I am training you in the ways of BDSM. I have a more formal collar that I want you to wear for tonight since I have something special planned, but when outside of the club this is your collar. Do you understand?” His foot steps retreated then returned. Something cold and slick touched my neck before he tugged all of my hair over one shoulder.

A solid, heavy weight wrapped around my neck as he fiddled with the backside. I lifted a hand to touch it. Leather and metal.

He stepped back and I dropped my hand.  His hand glided down the column of my neck gently before wrapping  around the side. Stepping close to me, he dropped kisses along my neck. “I love seeing my bite and kiss marks on you.”

“I like having them there, sir.” I bit my bottom lip as a rush of warmth hit my pussy. It was quite possibly the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced when he bit me. When I’d caught a glimpse of the marks in the mirror, I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. Having him kiss and caress them was only that much more erotic and sexy. If this is how he was going to treat them, I wanted to have them on me all the time.

Master stepped away from me and I felt an odd tugging sensation from around my neck.

"That, my pet, is a true collar and leash around your neck. This is what you will wear whenever we are around other members of the club." His hand stroked along my hair, then cheek, as he spoke.

All I could think was that he'd said around other members, which meant that we were going to be leaving the room together. Instinctively, my arms wrapped around my breasts, concealing them.

"No, Precious. You will not cover up. Show off that beautiful body that is all mine. Every man in the room will want you and every woman will wish they were you." His gentle fingers pried my hands off my arms, making them drop to my side.

I didn't say it, but I couldn’t stop the thought that other women would only want to be me because I was his. I knew my punishment was coming and didn't want to add to it by upsetting him.

"Stand. Follow where the leash leads you."

Following his instructions, I felt incredibly awkward and unsteady trying to walk without knowing where I was going. After tripping twice, the pressure on the leash disappeared, so I stopped, only to feel the heat of his body radiating against mine.

"If you stop trying to figure out where to place your next step and simply trust in where I'm leading you, you will stop tripping. Trust me to keep you safe." His hushed voice vibrated over me and I nodded once before his heat disappeared and the tugging started again.

Closing my eyes, I tried to do as he asked. Trusted that my feet would land upon solid ground with nothing in my way that would trip or harm me. Surprisingly, after a few steps, it got easier. I knew he had to be leading me down the hall that I normally entered through, or one like it, since the noise of my heels on the hard floor was quieted by thick, sound proof walls.

When we exited the hall, entering a big, open room, I could feel the difference. The temperature dropped a few degrees and the hum of voices got significantly louder.

My arms itched to cover my bare breasts, but I kept them down. I wished I had pants on to wipe off the sweat accumulating on my palms; instead I only had slightly damp thighs. Even as my mind spun in a million directions and I tried to absorb where I was and what was going on, I followed Master as he led me through the room.

"Sit on your knees," Master told me, and I dropped to my knees where I stood. I could hear him talking in hushed tones with someone before I heard the creaking of leather. "Scoot forward and move to my side."

Tentatively I reached out and found his knee with a hand. I moved based on where his knee was to sit next to him. My knees hurt and my thighs were uncomfortable. I wasn’t used to kneeling so long and after spending so much time in the private room before once again being on my knees sent shooting pain through my lower extremities. It wasn’t so much pain that I couldn’t continue sitting as I was, but if I was going to be in the same position for too long I knew I’d have a hard time walking right away.

"Precious, we are going to sit here and let everyone get a good look at my beautiful sub. Spread those gorgeous thighs. Let them get a glimpse of that sweet pussy." His voice had the thickest British accent I'd heard yet. The deep, stern tone had me biting back a moan as fire spread through my body.

Spreading my thighs, I straightened my back. I was determined not to let my nerves show. I'd never been so uncomfortable in my life, but I’d also never felt so safe. I knew Master wouldn't let anything happen to me. It was not being able to see who was there, who was looking, who was talking that made it so hard.

I lost track of time as I sat there listening to quiet voices carrying on conversations about a wide variety of topics, not just sex. In the background, there were occasional yelps and shouts that very well could have been pleasure or pain, but without having an image to go with them I couldn't say for sure. Master was talking to another male, but I'd grown bored with the topic before tuning into other conversations taking place. I made sure to keep my thighs spread and back straight even through the pain was slowly getting worse. Occasionally Master would stroke my hair or arm, but not once did he address me. A few people even stopped to comment on me sitting there, but he managed to usher them on quickly before returning to the man he was conversing with.

"Can you stand?" A hand wrapping around the back of my neck let me know he was talking to me.

"Yes, sir." I moved to stand, but found that as I had feared my legs and knees were very slow to cooperate and the pain grew worse as I finally got to my feet.

"Take a moment," Master told me, holding my elbow for balance.

It took a few moments for my legs to get circulation back and the pain to lessen. Once it did, I said, "Ready, sir."

After being led for a few steps, I was instructed to take a step up and figured I was probably on one of the many stages I'd seen in the main room before. A hot, firm hand on my lower back showed me where to go until I felt something cold and wooden pressing into my upper thighs.

"Bend over, arms above your head," Master told me.

Bending at the waist, I felt my chest come in contact with a flat surface before raising my arms above my head. A thick strap wrapped around my wrists, binding them together. Footfalls told me Master was moving around – his hand trailed over my back as he moved. That hand followed the length of a leg until it closed around my ankle. Another strap bound my ankle to the device I was draped over before he repeated the treatment on my other leg.

As soon as the final strap was secured, effectively holding me in place, the air became thicker – harder to pull into my lungs. My mind raced to comprehend the situation and sensations. I was in the middle of a room filled with any number of people without any way to escape while being unable to see. I had to completely trust Master or else I was going to hyperventilate or have a panic attack. Not wanting to have either happen, I repeated over and over that Master would take care of me.

A cold, unfamiliar brush along the center of my back made me gasp and fist my hands. Once the trail ended at the top of my ass, it lifted from my skin. The slight displacement of air against my ass gave me a millisecond’s warning before the burning slap lit up my left cheek. The impact felt familiar, almost like the crop Master had used before.

"Since you wanted to play games with me, it is time for you to find out why that is not a good idea. This will be your first punishment, so I’m going to go easy. Next time I won’t be." Masters voice was rough and harsh. He was not happy. "Count them. If you miss one, I'll start over. Understand?"

"Yes, sir." My voice wavered, betraying my nerves. The warm press of his hand upon my lower back was the only comfort I got before the sharp impact fell upon my right ass cheek, leaving behind a burning sensation. "One, sir." I didn't hesitate in responding. That had long ago been ingrained in me.

Each strike was harder than the one before, but I managed to count out all ten without breaking down or finding that blissful, floating peace that helped turn pain to pleasure.

"Precious, your ass is glowing red on either side of your thong. While incredibly sexy, that was only the warm-up. Now the actual punishment starts." Master's hand gently caressed the flame burning on each cheek before his touch disappeared completely. Suddenly, his hand landed on one cheek then the other. The loud slap of skin on skin echoed in my ears as the burn shot through my entire body. Oddly, the burn from his hand was much greater than the one the crop had left.

"Sir?" I managed to whisper after swallowing back a whimper.

"Yes?" He responded right away.

"Am I counting these as well, sir?" The question allowed the burning in my ass to lessen. My mind was fighting over what I was feeling. It was painful, but not, at the same time. The shock of new sensations was the primary feeling I recognized.

"No." His terse answer was followed by a rapid succession of blows on alternating cheeks until I felt the weightlessness starting to slip over me.

I'd never been more thankful that I didn't have to keep count because I'd already lost track, and the floating sensation made everything seem so light and fuzzy I doubted I could speak as quickly as the blows were raining down. Eventually, they stopped and my ankles were released, then my wrists followed. Instead of being moved, I was simply turned onto my back before my wrists were again bound over my head.

"Mmm, yes. Floating now, aren't you, Precious?" Master's smile was clear in his tone even as I felt his hand slide down between my spread thighs, barely brushing against the center of my body. One at a time my feet were lifted so they rested on what oddly felt like stirrups. The position opened me up as Master stepped between my spread legs.

Feeling slightly disconnected from everything, it was hard for me to focus on Master. Even when his fingers caressed the sensitive skin along the crease between my legs and hips, all I could manage was a moan of agreement. The rough tug on one side of my panties made my hips jerk against Master’s. His hard erection pressed against my thigh through his pants before he pushed aside my panties and stepped back. My entire lower region was revealed to Master.

“Fuck, yes. All soaking wet. So much for punishment. You loved getting your ass spanked. Let's see how much your greedy pussy can take." Pressure against my opening had me arching my back as his fingers entered my body. Feeling the stretching of sensitive tissue as he thrust them roughly in and out of my body made me groan. "Three fingers and that greedy pussy just sucks them in. How about four?" Without waiting for my response, another finger joined and the pressure increased.

Shuddering, I closed my eyes behind the blindfold. It didn't hurt, it felt good.

Thankfully, he slid them slowly in and out of my needy body.

I’d never felt so full, so wide open. My hips writhed as I met him thrust for thrust. Moans tore from my throat. My body wasn’t my own, it was his to do with as he wanted. I was just there to experience the pleasure he gave. The thrusts stayed slow, but hard. Each one moved my ass against the table below me, rubbing the tender tissue. It only added another level to the intense level of erotic pleasure throbbing through my entire body. My release built but managed to stay just out of reach.

"Damn." Hot breath brushed against my neck as Master’s weight pressed down on me. His cock again pressed against my thigh as he dropped an open-mouthed kiss just below my ear. The fingers in my pussy continued their torment. Master whispered roughly against my ear, "I want to fuck you right here, right now. Feel how hard my dick is for your tight little pussy? Just seeing you take my entire fist in your dripping cunt makes me want to come. Our first time won’t be in front of a crowd, though. You aren’t ready for all of me yet anyway. Don’t worry, though, I’ll take care of your needy pussy.”

Crowd? Fisting? I didn't know which scared me more. I could feel him add his thumb into the mix; instead of pain as I expected, ecstasy vibrated out from my pussy. I could feel his finger tripping against my G-spot on the front wall of my pussy even as my body struggled to embrace everything he was making me feel.

His weight and heat left me only to resurface between my thighs as his wet tongue flicked against my swollen, throbbing clit.

My thighs trembled from the stress of being so wide open for so long, but I fought to keep them open. To embrace how incredibly good it felt to have Master giving me so much pleasure. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, just like everything he introduced me to. My back arched, pressing harder against his hand and mouth. An orgasm unlike any I’d ever felt before was building, growing, encompassing my entire body. Just as the pleasure was about to crash over me, he moved away leaving me empty and weeping. Literally. Tears sprang to my eyes even as I struggled to hold them back. I was beyond pride, beyond caring. I begged, “Please. Please, don’t stop. I’ll do anything.”

Without a response, Master stood between my legs, hands pressing my thighs further open as he ground his hard, cloth-covered erection against my throbbing, begging mound. His mouth latched onto my breast, sucking hard on the tender tissue just to the side of my nipple for a moment before his teeth sank deep.

A moan escaped my throat as I rotated my hips, against his still reaching for my release. My fists wrapped tight around the rope that bound them as air rushed in and out of my lungs. The denial of my epic release almost hurt. As I struggled to hold back my tears, I barely felt it as Master sank his teeth into my other breast briefly before lapping his tongue over both bites he’d given me.

I was coming to realize that orgasm denial was Master’s favorite method of punishment.

Chapter 16

 

John

Damn. I was quickly becoming addicted to the sweet moans and sighs coming from Alix. Bringing her right to the crest of release only to back off and hear her frustration made me smile. She was learning the hard way who was in control. I was and it was easy to see that denying her orgasms was the easiest way to show her that. I was always in control. She might push me to my limits, but I wouldn't let her break down the carefully constructed walls I'd put up. I was the Master, she was the submissive. While I might give everything I had for this little woman and her wanton cries, I would be the one in charge. I had to be with her.

"Please. Please, more, Master." Even her voice was needy as she begged, rubbing her wet pussy against my erection.

"No," I whispered in her ear before dragging my tongue up the outer edge. "You will come when I tell you to come and not before. Unless you need to come so badly you won't mind taking another punishment for it." God, did I have a punishment in mind for her. It was one I'd only used a handful of times, if that. It was brutal, it was sexy and it was painful, but it taught a lesson in a way she'd never forget. I hadn't stopped thinking about her breathlessly confessing her addiction to me. While my addiction was one I was much more adept at hiding, I felt her pain. The need to do something that you didn't want to do, yet wholeheartedly wanted to do. Only another addict would be able to relate and understand what it felt like.

Grasping onto her inner thighs, I dug my nails into her flesh. She moaned and rolled her hips against me. It was clear that she was a pain slut. The crop didn’t break her, no matter how much muscle I put behind it. Even using my palm took a lot to finally get her into subspace. My own palm still burned from the effort I’d put behind her spanking. She was a masochist who perfectly matched my sadist. Her body begged for me to do my worst so that it could enjoy every second of the pain I gave it. She might not understand it, but I did. I was going to make damn sure she understood why we were the perfect pair. Her body called to mine on a level that words would never be able to express. Her response to me revealed just how perfectly we were matched.

It wasn't that I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to cause her pain. I wanted to control her. I found pleasure in the way her body enjoyed everything I did to it. She didn't scream out and crawl away from me like I was a freak. She bowed her back and pressed her hot pussy against me while begging for more. She needed what I could provide her with, she wanted what I yearned to do to her. I needed what she blessed me with, the control. That was what made it different than hurting her. It was something I desired to give her and something she wanted. If I had my way, and I’d do my damnedest to do it, she would never regret what we had and did. That was the difference.

My cock was beyond throbbing, begging. It straight up hurt with the need for release. Glancing around at the crowd we'd gathered, I knew that I couldn't give in just yet. While I had no problem with on lookers, there are somethings that are meant to be kept secret and special between a couple. The first time I got my dick in her would be just for us. I wanted it to be something both of us could recall with vivid details, an experience without any interruptions or outside noises taking away from it.

Reaching up, I released her wrists from their bonds before scooping her off the table. Instantly, her arms wrapped around my neck as her face dipped into it. I carried her off the stage without a word to anyone. The only person that mattered at that moment was in my arms. I needed to give her some much-deserved aftercare. Alone.

Once in my private room, I set her delicately down on the bed, her head on a pillow. Turning off the lights, I felt my way to the bed. Even with my painfully hard cock begging me to give in, I refused to have sex with her until I could see her beautiful eyes while filling her for the first time. Upon returning to the bed, I gently slipped the blindfold off before lying on the bed next to her nearly nude body. Pulling her close to me, her soft sigh of contentment let me know she’d more than enjoyed everything I’d done to her. After a short period of holding her to me, her delicate hands soothed up my chest, pushing up my shirt as they went.

Her lips pressed against my chest in a kiss at the same time she pressed her hips against mine. Reaching down, I tugged on the thin material still wrapped around one of her hips. I’d been so desperate to get at her pussy earlier I didn’t waste time tearing away both sides, but it was a completely different atmosphere with just the two of us. Dropping the tiny scrap of fabric off my side of the bed, I knew I would retrieve it after she left to add to my collection of her clothing left from our time together.

“Master…” Alix’s soft voice filled the darkness.

Leaning up on an elbow, I looked down at her through the veil of shadows cast over her face. They were thick enough that I couldn’t make out any distinct features, but I had looked at her enough to know exactly what she looked like.

“Please don’t leave me like this. I need you. I need to feel you.” Her palm grazed over my chest until she could pull my shirt over my head.

Even knowing it wasn’t a good idea, I helped her get it off. As soon as I settled back onto my elbow next to her, her hand wrapped around the back of my neck, pulling me down with a surprising amount of strength to meet her lips in a heated kiss. Pulling back, I bit hard on her bottom lip. The coppery taste of blood met my taste buds. Running my tongue over her lip briefly, I savored her moan before leaning back on my elbow. "Naughty sub," I growled before reaching for her necklace.

Her hand grabbed mine before I could take it off. "What are you doing? I'm sorry. I didn't mean…"

"Just wait and see," I told her as I removed the pearl necklace and set it aside. Licking down her neck, I nipped playfully at her breasts and luscious pink nipples. Her moans had me moving farther down her body until I came to her pretty, damp pussy. A soft drag of my tongue up her slit showed me just how needy my Precious was. Using my fingers, I spread her lips to get better access to the swollen bud filled with nerves. With just the tip of my tongue, I traced design after design around the bud never touching it. The more I played, the louder she moaned and groaned. Her hips arched off the bed as she tried to direct me to where she needed me.

Continuing to torture her, I used one finger to slowly trace her slit and rim her opening. A smile slipped over my lips when both her hands grasped the back of my head, her nails digging in as she continued to try to force me to go where she wanted. Finally, I sucked her hard, tender bud into my mouth, flicking it repeatedly with my tongue. Just as she was about to come, I released it. Before she could fully calm, I dipped two fingers into her pussy. Curving them upward, I found the pea-sized pleasure center that hid there. As soon as my fingers pressed against it, her entire lower body lifted from the bed. Her thighs closed on my head, nearly suffocating me.

She was trying to ride my face, but I pulled my mouth off her and shook my head at her even as my fingers continued to tease her.

Again as she was about to come, I pulled my fingers from her. Her curses made a deep laugh slip out before I could stop it. She didn't mean any of them, I knew she didn't. It was the painful need to come that was controlling her. One that she needed to get used to ignoring and learn to live with.

Picking up the necklace, I threaded it around her clit. My thumb rested just below it with the strand of pearls running along either side of her beautiful, swollen clit. "Now, Precious, you will see why I gave you pearls, and why I am the only one that gets to touch them." I had many things that I wanted to do with the necklace, but first she had to learn that they were more than just a necklace or collar. Holding both sides of the strand in my other hand, I pulled one side. As the necklace slid around my thumb, the pearls bumped into her clit over and over as each slid by. Pulling on the other side had the same effect, but the necklace moved the other direction around her clit and my thumb. It only took a few tugs on the necklace before she was bucking against me, which made me stop. "You have to hold very still," I instructed her. As soon as she was quiet again, I moved the necklace from one side to the other.

Her nails dug into the mattress. Her moans were nearly painful to listen to. Gasping for breath, she said, “Please, let me come, Master.”

Sliding the necklace back and forth a few more times, I knew she was on the edge and wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer. “Come, Precious.”

As the words left my lips, her entire body tensed as one long, loud scream filled the room. Her fists tugged up on the sheets as every muscle in her body contracted while her orgasm washed over her.

Removing the pearls, I set them to the side again and moved to lie next to her. My cock didn't like that I pulled her to my chest to hold her close, not seeking release of my own. I would relieve myself when I was alone. It wasn’t my favorite thing to do, but I needed it after such an intense play time with my beautiful Precious.

Running my hand up and down her back as I held her, I felt her breathing slowly return to normal.

“Master…” Alix’s hesitant voice was accompanied by a burst of hot breath against my chest.

“Yes.” I smoothed a hand over her locks even as one arm continued to firmly hold her.

“May I pleasure you?”

I hadn’t expected her to ask such a thing. The fact that she asked instead of doing as she wanted told me she was learning more about being a submissive. As much as I wanted to have her sexy mouth wrapped around my cock, I wasn’t ready to give up that part of my control just yet.

“Not tonight, Precious,” I murmured. She let out a groan in response.

“Please! You have pleasured me. I haven’t come so hard in my life. Let me at least try to give you a fraction of that kind of pleasure,” she begged.

My cock eagerly jumped in my jeans, accepting her plea. Holding her entirely nude body against mine wasn’t helping the blood leave that part of my body, but I refused to release her from my grasp until I absolutely had to.

“No.” I shook my head to emphasize my point.

After a moment of quiet, her hand slowly slipped down my chest until it bumped against the top of my pants. Maybe I was wrong about her learning how to be a submissive. When her fingers fumbled with the button on my jeans, I dug my fingers into her back.

“What are you doing, Precious?” I asked even though it was apparent she wasn’t waiting for me to allow her to touch me in such a way.

“Exploring, sir.” She shrugged her shoulders even as her fingers successfully unbuttoned and unzipped my pants.

“The answer was no,” I repeated, but still did nothing to stop her. I knew I should stop her. She wasn’t following my directions, but the pain in my balls was bad enough I would let her “explore” a bit so I could use the touch of her hands on me when I took care of matters on my own.

“I know.” Her hand dipped under my boxer briefs until she found the hot, hard cock waiting for her.

“If you continue, you will be punished.” It nearly hurt to say the words, but she would learn to submit even if my body didn’t agree with it. Biting my lip, I barely held back a groan when her hand circled around the throbbing head of my cock.

“As you wish, sir.” The smile in her voice was evident. She knew exactly what she was doing and didn’t mind getting punished to get her way.

“So be it.” I exhaled. My body was at odds. Wanting to let her give me what she apparently needed to at any cost – I certainly wouldn’t mind getting some relief in the process. Then on the other hand, I knew I should stop her, not let her get her way. Keep my control of the situation, control of my body.

“Sir? Can I ask a favor since I will already be getting a punishment?” she breathed against my chest.

“I agree to hear the request.” I didn’t want her to mistake my words.

“Will you show me how you like to be touched? I want to make sure you like what I’m doing.” Her head ducked and I’d guess she was dropping her eyes in embarrassment.

“I don’t think you could make it not feel good. I’ll tell you if something doesn’t work.” I inhaled sharply when she suddenly tightened her grip around my cock and tugged along the length before sliding down to the base.

“Good?” she asked with a smile in her voice.

“Yeah…” I groaned as she did it again.

When her hand suddenly released me and she climbed off the bed, I pushed up onto my elbows to try to see what she was doing. Her hands grabbed the sides of my briefs and jeans to pull them down —with a little help from me. As soon as my cock and balls were sprung from their confinement, she released my pants. Moving to kneel on either side of my calves, her palms smoothed up my thighs. As soon as her fingers grazed the small patch of hair I kept neatly trimmed between my thighs, her nails gently dragged over my tight ball sack. I could almost come just from the feeling of her finally touching me where I’d wanted her for so long.

“How is that, sir?” She asked, repeating the movement.