The whole room’s attention was up there, which was also an unusual feeling, given that almost everywhere I went in the world, everyone’s attention was always on me.
It only took a moment as the figures appeared on stage to realize why.
The woman was beautiful. Beautiful, naked and proud of it, her dark hair cascading down her back as she raised her hands for the shackles coming down from the ceiling. But it wasn’t just her who was grabbing the attention, it was the hulk of a man who appeared behind her.
He was absolutely fucking huge. Huge, toned, and quite possibly the most confident guy I’d ever seen outside of myself. He reeked of it. Pure, unabashed confidence, without a hint of arrogance. He was in a leather mask that covered half of his face, and that made him look all the more intimidating. That combined with the fact that he had a huge dark tattoo on his chest. A two-headed dragon creature, its tail curling around his back.
“Wow,” Elaine said, and Raven nodded.
She leaned over close enough to nudge my princess with a smirk on her face. “I did that tattoo for him. The chimera.”
“You’re a tattoo artist?”
“Yes,” she said. “I am.”
Again I had another flash of instinct. A very definite one.
My princess was going to get tattooed by her, and I was going to be the one choosing the marks she’d be wearing forever more.
Conversation sure as fuck dried up when the big guy grabbed his flogger and started trailing it down his bitch’s spine. She tipped her head back, ready and hungry. A true submissive. That much was very obvious.
Fuck, how he hurt her.
Fuck, how she wanted it.
Whimpering turned to squeals, and squeals turned to gasps, and gasps turned to tears.
Tears turned to begging for more.
The flogger turned to a crop, and a crop turned to a cane, and that beast of a man took that bitch like a serious fucking master. I felt strangely competitive as I watched him. I also felt strangely competitive as I watched the way my angelic little slut was watching him hurting his woman, transfixed. I was jealous.
He was the first damn man I’d been jealous of in my whole fucking life, but again it was bizarre, because I didn’t feel any malice in it. Nothing but an insane sense of… respect. I didn’t give respect very easily.
The master slapped his girl’s pussy until she was clamping her thighs closed tight and then, when she was trembling and quaking, he barked at her to spread them wide.
She did just as she was told. Good little slut.
Even I was surprised when he fisted her. Hard. Right up there on stage, in the spotlight, in front of the whole damn room. Jesus Christ, she took it like a perfect whore, working herself onto his fist like a horny bitch, even though she was gasping with the pain.
My dick was hard watching them, but it wasn’t hard for them. It was hard for the girl at my side, picturing her up there in the same fucking shackles, bracing herself to take the pain.
I looked across at her, my Elaine, and she was still transfixed. I saw the way she was clenching her own thighs together under her gown and could imagine how her heart was fluttering. She liked it. She wanted it. My darling wanted to be taken like a dirty little bitch up in shackles in the spotlight, just as I wanted to take her that way.
That sealed her fate. My beautiful princes had sealed her fate.
The man they called Masque took his woman until she was a quivering wreck, then fucked her ass as she moaned, still strung up tight as the club watched them in awe. It put the West End musical to shame.
Raven was nodding at us with a clear yeah, told you so when the lights came back up and the couple left the stage to thunderous applause. Even my princess was clapping and whooping.
“Explicit superstars,” Raven reiterated. “Nobody ever gets enough of them.”
I most definitely wasn’t expecting it when the two of them headed right on over, the girl still teetering on wobbly legs as she reached Raven and pulled her in for a hug.
Masque was an even bigger beast up close. He checked us out, both me and Elaine, and gave a smile.
“Welcome to Club Explicit.”
He held out a hand and I took it, well aware it was covered in his pretty slut’s juices.
“Lucian,” I said, only registering I’d introduced myself on first name terms after the word had left my mouth.
“James,” he replied, and Raven let out a laugh.
“My God, Masque, did you just tell him your actual name?” She leaned closer to me. “You must be damn royalty for James to call himself James.”
I guess we were damn royalty though, and we always would be.
“Have you checked out the playrooms yet?” James asked me, but I shook my head.
“Not yet,” I told him. “I have more pressing interests.”
He read my mind and smirked at me.
“You’ll have the whole place lifting the roof if you give them a second show tonight.”
Elaine’s eyes widened like saucers at that, pretty little mouth dropping open.
“On stage?” she asked, attention all on me. “We might be going up on stage?!”
I got straight up to my feet, dick throbbing hard enough in my pants that it hurt.
“No might about it, baby,” I told her. “Get your sweet little pussy over there right fucking now.”
27
Elaine
Everybody’s eyes were fixed on me as I made my way across the room, heading up to the stage. I’d never felt so exposed in my life, and I wasn’t even naked yet, my ballgown was still glittering bright, sweeping around my feet with every step.
Lucian led the way up the stairs at the side of the stage, then presented me under the spotlights, showing me off to the gathering crowd with that beautiful pride on his face, and I felt it. Even under the tension, and the nerves, and the fear, he was the core of me. My heart and my soul.
With the lights blinding me from up above, people were largely shadows, but I could still see them gathering closer, their eyes on me.
I’d never have imagined myself in this position, up on stage in a BDSM club, about to be fucked and hurt in front of a crowd by the ultimate lord of my life, Lucian Morelli. The craziness of this situation put the red carpet walk to shame. I was shivering, goose prickled, pulse racing in fight or flight.
I knew I would never be fleeing from my master. I knew I would do whatever he commanded me to do, and I wanted that. I needed that.
I was still flushed from watching the couple up on stage before us, still excited, because from the very first moment I’d seen them up there, I’d wanted to be that woman up on stage, held firm in the shackles.
Only I hadn’t wanted it to be her beast of a man up there alongside me, playing me as a master for the room.
I’d wanted it to be my monster. My master. My Lucian.
His hands were firm and steady as he took hold of the shackles above me and bound my hands in the cuffs. I let out a gasp as he pulled them high, stretching my arms up tight above me, high enough that I was on tiptoes, even in my heels.
His body was so hot as he pressed himself tight to my back, even through his tuxedo. His voice was a gravelly whisper in my ear.
“You’ll take what you’re given, Elaine, and it’s going to hurt.”
A whole new wave of shivers raced through me, and I was back there in front of him in my mind, right from the very beginning, when I’d known he’d give me pain and I’d wanted it so much I was begging him.