I grip the nape of her neck, not hard, just enough that she knows I have control of her positioning. With her wrists bound, her legs spread, one of my hands between her thighs and the other on the nape of her neck, I have complete control over her.
A silver gleam shines across the room as David produces a knife. He scrapes the wax from Nadine’s body, the knife tickling her skin as he does it.
Nadine whimpers as he gets close to her hardened nipple, scraping her sensitive skin but careful not to cut her. She moans as the sensation becomes overwhelming. Every little touch giving her pleasure. Even those that are dangerous.
“It’s a good thing that she learned to be still,” I whisper in Lilly’s ear, careful not to disturb the scene. A few other members of the club have gathered and are watching. Scenes like this are rare in the club. It takes a lot to trust someone so wholeheartedly. Most have their eyes on the couple in the center of the room. These two always manage to draw a crowd.
But some of the men are focused on us.
I run my fingers down her lips all the way to her entrance, teasing her and then back up to her clit. Toying with her and testing her sensitivity. “She must have so much trust in him.” I kiss her neck, breathing in her scent. So sweet. She’s truly a flower.
I open my eyes and see that David has traveled down her body, flicking off the wax as he goes along with the knife. The skin on her belly is red from the pressure of the blade. The sensitive stroking of the sharp edge against her skin brings the endorphins to the surface. That’s the entire point. It makes every feeling that much more intense. I watch as he travels down closer, crouching between her legs. A few drops of red wax pool around her pubic hair. And he scrapes them, cutting the short hair as he goes.
I slip my middle finger down the center of Lilly’s hot pussy, and then back up to her hard, throbbing clit, putting more and more pressure on her as I rub in hard circles. I pinch the hardened nub slightly as David leans in between Nadine’s legs and begins licking her pussy.
I wasn’t anticipating her to react so strongly, so quickly, but Lilly’s body trembles and her thighs tense, immediately trying to close in my lap. Her head falls back hitting my left shoulder and she moans loudly as she cums in my lap. My dick pulses with need at the knowledge that I brought her to her edge so quickly.
I make my strokes harder, rougher, making sure to get every bit of her orgasm out of her trembling body. She shakes in my grasp, my left hand moving from the nape of her neck to wrap around her waist, steadying her as her orgasm reverberates through her.
I stare at her in wonder, amazed by how fucking beautiful she is. It only makes me want to get her off even more.
Her body waivers in my grasp, completely unsteady, unhinged from the intensity of her orgasm. I’ve seen her touching herself before, but it was nothing like this. I should admonish her for cuming without permission. A wicked grin slips into place on my lips. My sweet girl needs to be punished. She’s really going to enjoy this.
Before I can move her back to my chest and spread her wider so I can feel the arousal dripping down her pussy and onto my lap, she calls out to me, “Lollipop.”
Her eyes are wide open, seemingly just as shocked as I am. I hesitate, but only for a moment. Only because I’m pissed. I don’t want a safe word, she doesn’t need it. I feel ripped off in some ways. My grip on her tightens for a moment, hating whatever I’ve done to make her safeword. I imagine it was the intensity of the situation. I can only begin to guess that’s why. Unless she knew her punishment was looming …
I’m quick to unbind the hobble around her wrists. Not because I want to, and certainly not because she can’t handle this. Only because I agreed to it.
“I’m sorry,” she breathes the apology, her breath coming in faster. “I just didn’t-”
She doesn’t finish, looking up at me with wide eyes shining with fear and shock. I press my finger to her lips. “This is new to you. You’re going to be surprised by what I can do to your body, by what arouses you. Don’t let it scare you.”
She swallows thickly and starts to apologize again, but I won’t allow it. She seems genuinely upset. But I don’t want her to remember this moment with a single negative thought.
Still hard and pissed that I wasn’t able to bind her to the St. Andrew’s cross and give her a lashing, I steady her on her feet and stand behind her. “Don’t apologize, my flower. You did very well.” She could have done better. If only she’d given me more control. But that requires trust. And I’m willing to wait to earn it.
As I lead her out of the dungeon, I pass a few men. All of them wear masks, but their eyes follow us as I walk by them, a look flashing in their eyes that lets me know what they think of me. None of them trust me. But I don’t give a fuck. I don’t trust them either.
Even here in this dungeon beneath a house of sin, I can’t escape my past.
Chapter 5
Lilly
A rush of endorphins flow through my limbs, filling me with excitement as the previous day’s events run through my mind. I’m trying to remember everything as I prepare to write, sitting at my Ikea desk in the corner of my living room.
I’ve never felt anything like this before. I’ve never had someone own me so utterly and completely. So quickly taking possession of me. The feel of that masked man’s hard body pressed up against mine, the way he took control of me, his hard cock pressing against me, throbbing and pulsating, making me want to beg for it…
I have no idea what came over me, submitting myself to him like that. But I don’t regret one moment of the experience. It was so intoxicating that even now my body refuses to relax, little jolts of electricity shocking my nerves throughout the morning. I can already see myself mirroring a scene in my book, making it even hotter and heavier than what went down in that dungeon room. What I wish had taken place afterwards if my fear hadn’t made me safeword.
Fuck. I’m getting wet already and the day hasn’t even started yet.
Shaking my head to clear it, I open up my laptop and bring up the desktop. I need to write to get my mind off my sinful thoughts. Before I can open my Word document and begin writing the scene that won’t leave me alone, I see an email notification pop up on my screen followed by the tell-tale ding.
From: Zach White
To: Ms. Lilly Wade
Subject: I need ur help.
Hey, I know ur probably busy with ur family over vacation and all, and I really hate to bother u, but can u do me a favor? I got myself into some major shit and now I have to do community service if I don’t want to end up in juvey. I’m not going into details about what happened because I don’t want u to be pissed off at me. I remember the talk we had before the semester ended and I’m really ashamed that I didn’t listen.
I’m lucky as fuck tho. The judge said he might let me choose where I put in my hours if I show him that I’m really sorry, but it has to be something that he will approve of. Right now, they have me signed up for public bathroom cleaning. I can’t do it. Public bathrooms make my skin crawl. Like seriously, I’m a total germaphobe after the shit mom put me thru with her dirty fucking needles and pipes all over the place and those cockroaches she had crawling everywhere. I know it’s shitty to ask, but can you please help? Could you get me assigned somewhere else or something?