She liked it. She wanted it.
My little doll wanted to be taken in shackles, just as I wanted to take her that way.
That sealed her fate. My beautiful princess 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 over toward us, 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 submissive’s juices.
“Lucian,” I said, only registering that 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?” James asked me, but I shook my head.
“No,” 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, cock 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.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
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, my ball gown 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 monster. 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.
I’d wanted it to be my monster.
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.
I closed my eyes when he pulled my dress loose and let it drop to the floor around my feet, my heart racing all the more at the cheer from the crowd. And there I was, teetering in front of the watching audience in just my heels and panties. My panties which were already wet from how much I wanted this.
I knew my cut was still clear on my ribs, but it was already beginning to heal. To fade. To become irrelevant. Enough that the crowd in front of me didn’t freak out at me under the lights.
“Step,” Lucian said, and I raised my feet one at a time as he pulled my dress out from underneath me.
Then he moved away.
It felt like I was there for an age, standing bare for the spectators.
I heard him behind me, clearly swishing implements from a rack. It was a flogger he presented me with first, only he didn’t run it down my back like the beast before him had teased his woman. Lucian curled it right around my tits from the very first swing, catching a nipple so hard it made me jump in the chains, and that’s when it truly took me, the craving for the hurt running right through my veins like a calling.
I was ready for it when he did it again, only this time I didn’t jump, I moaned, bracing myself proud.
He tugged my panties down my thighs.
“Step,” he said again, and I was ready, stepping out of the lace.
I was naked apart from my heels, nipples hard and still stinging. He reached his hands around from behind me, sliding them across my skin to twist and pull to turn that stinging to a hard, strong pain.
“Take it,” he said, and I tipped my head back against his shoulder, offering my tits to his hands and he twisted and pulled some more. His breath was on my neck and I found I was smiling, eyes still closed as I focused on his touch and nothing more.
His fingers slid down my ribs, tickling, but again he was so careful not to hurt the pain he didn’t cause. I clenched my stomach muscles as they swept their way further down.
“Spread yourself for me,” he whispered. “Be a good girl and spread your thighs as far as they’ll fucking go.”
I was a good girl for him. I spread my thighs as far as they would fucking go, putting all of my weight on those shackles.
His fingers spread my pussy lips, exposing my clit to the crowd. I gasped as he circled the right spot, teasing me just enough that I let out a moan as he pushed three fingers inside me in one thrust.
“Show them what a horny little doll you are,” he ordered me. “Squirm on my fingers.”
I did.
I squirmed on his fingers, even though he was so brutal it hurt.
When he yanked those fingers from me, his breaths were faster. I could feel the swell in his pants against my ass and he was so hard that it made me alive with a new sense of pride. I wanted the crowd to see me be good enough to please him. I wanted them to see I could drive a man like Lucian Morelli crazy because he wanted me so much. Not any of the other stunning women in this room who were more experienced than I was, but me. Only me.
“Suck me clean,” he said and pushed his wet fingers into my mouth and I sucked him so hard I was slurping.