Marissa nodded as she crouched to pick up the loose ropes that were around her feet.
“I like seeing you and Lance back here. We missed the two of you,” Lana said.
Marissa smiled as she watched Lance talking with another member of the club. He'd worn a pair of black slacks with a dark green button down. Over the top he wore a black vest, and the combination made his shoulders look even broader. His sleeves were rolled up to just above his elbows and he gripped a tumbler of whiskey in one hand as he talked quietly with the man standing next to him.
A lot of the men in the room had major Dom energy, but none like Lance. Even as he had a casual conversation, Marissa could feel it rolling off of him. He would demand a lot of her tonight, which was part of why he'd told her to do the self-suspension early in the evening if she planned to do it at all. The beat of the music seemed to match the buzz of excitement that pulsed through her body.
"I love how bad you still have it for him after all these years," Lana said next to her.
Marissa gave her a pained smiled. "In some ways it's like we're newly in love again with all the history between us. It's nice to rediscover so much about him."
She turned to her rope bag and began stacking bundles of rope inside. "Looks like he's about to rediscover some things about you right now, honey," her friend murmured.
The surrounding air shifted and she could feel him approach her.
His hand sifted through her tangle of long brown hair and she moaned as he reached her scalp and gave a sharp tug. "I think Lana can handle stashing your rope bag. Come with me," he growled in her ear.
She gasped as he tugged her away from the table, causing her to drop the last bundle of rope on the floor.
"I got it honey, have a good time," her friend shouted as Marissa stumbled to keep up with the man currently dragging her across the dungeon.
"Did you bring another outfit?" he asked as he pushed her against a St. Andrew's cross and shoved his knee between her thighs, grinding against her heated pussy.
She nodded as she moaned and pushed into the sensation.
"Try again," he said with a growl.
"Yes, Sir," she cried out as his knee became painful between her thighs.
Lance bent down and Marissa realized he'd already parked his toy bag in this play space before he dragged her away from Lana.
Something cold and metallic grazed her belly, and she inhaled sharply as she felt, more than heard the faint snick of scissors slicing through her shirt and headed for her bra.
"Fuck. I could have just taken them off for you," she said as he cut the rest of the shirt away."
"I don't want to hear your smart mouth tonight, Riss," he said as the scissors cut into her bra.
She started to protest that it was one of her good ones but that would just encourage him to do something stupid like buy her a hundred of them so she wouldn't have anything to protest about the next time he decided he wanted to cut her clothes off of her.
"Turn your brain off, kitten. I can practically hear you thinking. I want you here with me and nowhere else. Do I need to blindfold you?"
She shook her head. "No, Sir. Sorry. I'm here, I promise."
"Good girl. Be still. Pants are next."
She was wearing thin yoga pants and lacy thong panties, which he made quick work of, though he dragged the outside edge of the scissors across her bare pussy as he did it.
When she was naked, he plunged two fingers inside of her.
"Soaked. Just like I want you," he said with a hum. Her scent flooded her nose as he brought his fingers to her mouth.
"Suck," he commanded.
"Let's get you on this cross properly," he said as he bent to pull something out of his bag.
"Leg's spread, arms up, eyes closed. You open them and I pull out the blind fold and I've got some fresh ginger in my bag."
Ginger on her naughty bits was one of his favorite punishments, so he often kept the stuff in his toy bag.
She quickly obeyed to avoid the painful punishment, squeezing her eyes tight.
“Will you blindfold me please, Sir?” she asked after a moment.
He chuckled. “Good girl.”
Soft cloth settled over her eyes and he tied the material in a knot behind her head.
Something scratchy rubbed against her wrists. It wasn't a sensation she was familiar with. Was it a new type of rope? The sensation felt too much like bristles and was too stiff to be coconut rope, but it was scratchy in a similar way.
She was glad she’d asked for the blindfold now. There was no way should be able to resist taking a peek at what he was doing. The material wrapped around her wrist a few times and lashed it to the cross she was leaned against. The process was repeated on all four limbs, forcing her to keep her legs spread wide against the wooden frame.
"Twelve or Sixty-Six?" Lance asked in her ear when he finished tying her to the cross.
It was a trick question, she knew it. There would be no right answer. Was he giving her the option of twelve of something or sixty-six of something else?" There was really no way to know. She just had to go with her gut.
"Both?" she questioned hesitantly.
His hands skimmed down her hips, causing her to sigh as her nipples pebbled.
"Pick one."
"Twelve," she said, squeezing her eyes even tighter.
"Twelve it is," he said.
Then he stepped away from her and she had to fight the urge once more to open her eyes.
His thick hand palmed her pussy, causing her to jump a moment later.
Then his mouth came down on one nipple and he sucked hard. When he pulled away, was bucking against her bonds.
A clamp closed around her engorged nipple and she cried out. It felt different from other times. Like something was hanging from it. Was he using weighted clamps? She'd seen some in the Solitaire gift shop, but she'd never used them before. His mouth covered her other nipple and his tongue swirled around the sensitive nub as he sucked equally hard. She bit her lip and let her head fall back against the padded headrest on the cross.
Another clamp closed around her nipple. There was definitely some kind of weight hanging off the pair.
"That's four," he said almost to himself as he stepped away.
Four? Four what? Marissa hated being in the dark. She wanted to know what he was up to.
He tugged on the chain between her clamps and she cried out as a flood of moisture flooded her pussy.
"I think we need a little more restraint," he said. She could hear him rummaging around in his bag.
Something wrapped around her waist and he stepped behind the cross to tie off whatever it was.
"Halfway there," he murmured. "I think we can get through the other six with orgasms." He pressed himself against her as he spoke into her ear. "Think you can come six times for me?"
"Yes, Sir," she moaned as he slipped a hand between their bodies and slid a finger into her soaked opening.
Something cool came to rest against her pussy a moment later and pushed inside her. "Glass dildo?" she asked, enjoying the sensation as he pumped it in and out of her.
"I'll show you after you come for me."
For the next several minutes, he fucked her cunt, increasing speed as he went on. She could hear her own wetness as he thrust the toy inside of her. There was something on the dildo that grazed her clit every time he drove into her, and she was soon writhing and begging to come.