Bound to the Bad Boy (12 page)

“Sub?”
Matt helped
her to sit on the low couch.

She
perched on the edge of the cream leather, trying to keep her knees together.

“Yes, Master.”

“Time to relax.
Sit
back, enjoy your champagne and listen to the music. You have a beautiful body
and I want you…I command you…to show it off.”

“Yes,
Master.”

She
leant back into the comfort of the sofa. She took a sip of champagne and
allowed the crisp liquid to swirl around her tongue. She closed her eyes and
listened to the soulful saxophone. And she sighed as she Matt swept his hand across
her breasts and began to toy with her nipples. They hardened under his
experienced touch and Megan peered around to check if anyone was watching. Not
at this point. The true voyeurism began in the rooms out back, although a
sexual act here was likely to attract some attention, especially if others were
invited to join in. Apart from that, the bar was like any normal bar, except for
that fact that the patrons were often scantily clad or even completely naked.

“Master!”
His touch
became firmer and he pressed her nipples tightly then pulled
them
outwards, stretching the already tender erect flesh. She felt the tug at her core
and in her clit, as if her Dom were yanking on an invisible chain that linked
them all together.

“Keep
your eyes closed, sub. Just go with the experience.”

She
allowed him to take her champagne glass and let her hands fall either side of
her legs. Matt nudged her thighs apart with a firm hand and Megan moaned as he
stroked her from her knees up to the v of her groin. And suddenly his mouth was
everywhere. He kissed her lips, her neck, her shoulders and her bosoms. He
suckled her until she groaned with pleasure and when her nipples were swollen
and distended he pulled them with his teeth, making her pant with the exquisite
pain.

“Clamps,
sub?”

“Yes,
Master. Please, Master.”

She
heard him open a drawer in the table at the side of the sofa. The club had a variety
of sex toys conveniently available for members in every room. The bar was no
exception.

“Ready, sub?”

Megan
breathed deeply. She knew that anyone could be watching this intimate moment
between her and her Dom. The bar seemed fuller as she rested without using the
sense of sight. She thought that she could hear more voices than before. Who
was watching? Would they pleasure themselves or their companions as they shared
in her excitement?

The sharp
pinch of a clamp stung her left nipple and she gasped.

“These
are pretty little clamps, sub. You’ll feel the ring resting on your tits when I
release them.”

Then he
took the other nipple and attached another clamp.

“Look
down. You’re like a rock whore. It’s very sexy.”

Megan
was surprised to see that the clamps looked like nipple rings. Her tender nips
were held tightly between two silver balls and the rings hung down from them.

Matt waved
a silver chain in front of her face.

“I can
place this between the rings and use it to pull you or to cause you pain.
Whichever I desire.”

She
nodded, chewing the inside of her cheek.

She was
so turned on and she felt so naughty too. In her time away from Matt, she’d had
only vanilla sex and none of it had blown her mind. But this was amazing. She
was already highly aroused. She knew that things went on at Club Castille that
wouldn’t occur in the ‘normal’ world, but she also knew that she was safe. The
club had strict rules and guidelines. But apart from that, she had the old,
familiar sense of security flooding through her. She was safe with Matt. He
would protect her from all dangers. He would never let anything happen to her.
So she could indulge herself here without fear or hesitation.

Megan peered
around the room. People stood in pairs and small groups, talking, drinking and
laughing. The atmosphere was relaxed and tranquil, as if this were an ordinary
bar, yet without any stumbling drunks who had overindulged. Others sat on the
sofas scattered around the room and some had already begun to indulge in their
fantasies.

Like her.

A
thrill ran through her, electrifying her whole body and tingling in her wanton
pussy. She wanted relief but she also intended on enjoying the journey to
fulfillment.

“How about something for your clit?”

She met
Matt’s eyes.

“Whatever
you desire, Master.”

He
returned to the drawer and she shivered a little. Though aroused, she still
felt some apprehension. Could she really let go here?
In
front of all these people?

Of course you can…just enjoy.

Matt
turned to her and held up a small piece of metal shaped into a narrow loop. It
resembled an eyebrow tweezers. At its ends were two padded clamps. Megan’s
heart rate increased. She hadn’t used a clit clamp before and it looked
terrifying.

“Do you
want to please me, sub?”

She
nodded.

“This
will please me.”

And she
did want to please him.
So much.
She wanted to be
close to him, to share in this experience with him. So she would have to try to
let go of the ideology that she had adopted when she left Cherub and settle
into the former one that she had shared with Matt. It just wasn’t easy to
abandon all of the changes that she had experienced.

Matt
moved in front of her and knelt.

Megan
watched him carefully.

“Spread
your legs.”

She
opened her thighs wide and peered over Matt’s shoulder at the couple who had just
sat down.
Two men.
The one was dressed much as Matt
was, in denims and a fitted black t-shirt but the other one was completely
naked except for a black leather collar. His companion, clearly the Dom, had a
lead attached to it that he tugged every so often as they talked.

Then
they began to make out. They kissed for a while, slow tender kisses which
fascinated Megan and increased her own arousal,
then
at
a whisper from the Dom, the naked man wearing the collar turned away and bent
over the edge of the sofa. His Dom reached into the drawer of the side table
next to the sofa and pulled out a paddle. It was black satin and leather. Megan
stared, anticipating the sting that the paddle would inflict upon the other
sub. She almost forgot about the clit clamp until she felt Matt push aside her
panties, opening the crotch so that her shaved pussy was fully exposed.

“Good
sub,” he said as he rubbed her clit with a finger. “You’re already aroused.
Your cunt is moist and creamy.”

Megan
flushed. She was turned on, she couldn’t deny it. The nipple clamps were doing
their job and she was watching the sub opposite getting a sexy spanking. How
could she be anything other than aroused?

“Here
we go…” Matt pinched her clit then applied the clamp. Its padded teeth bit down
on her most sensitive spot and she closed her eyes, breathing deeply and
focusing as Matt had taught her. “How does it feel?”

“Good,
Master.
So good.”

Matt
smiled. “Now I want you to sit on my lap.”

He
pulled her to her feet then took her place on the sofa. She waited until he was
settled then lowered herself onto him. He leaned back on the sofa and placed
her legs on top of each of his, so that they were spread. Megan struggled to
fight her shyness. She was now fully exposed and everyone in the room could see
her tits and her pussy.

“Look
up.”

She
peered at the ceiling and gasped. It was mirrored. She was staring up at
herself, lying prone on Matt.
Her legs on his legs.
Her back against his strong chest and her head resting on his shoulder.

“Now I
want you to just enjoy, sub. Come if you want to. It will please me.”

“Yes,
Master. Thank you, Master.”

Matt’s
erection dug into her back. It was so thick and hard that she knew he must be
aching for relief. But she also knew that he would wait. She just wondered how
long…

A man
appeared at their side.

“Master
King?”

“Lee.
Good to see you.”

“Would
you like any assistance?”

“I
would, thank you, Lee.”

The
young man knelt in front of Megan. He was very handsome and very young. About
twenty-one, she estimated. He was blond haired and blue eyed with a square jaw
that suggested that when he got older and filled out a bit, he would be
extremely handsome in the way that some men are when they’ve completed their
maturity from boy to man. At the moment, he was beautiful with youth and
vitality. He wore just a pair of jeans on his slim, toned body and Megan
suspected he was an athlete of some kind. Perhaps even a famous one.

He eyed
her body with a hunger that made her stomach flip.

“Sub,
this is Lee. He is an experienced sub here at Club Castille. He was initiated
by Master Donohue.” The Dom Matt referred to was the club’s founder. So he was
still around. He was a quiet and private man who had set up the club for those
who enjoyed the same lifestyle he did. But he had made it exclusive, so it
didn’t attract just anyone out for a quick fumble. The scene was about so much
more than that.

“Pleased to meet you, Lee.”
Megan suppressed a giggle. Here she was, lying on her old
lover with her bits on display and her nipples and clit clamped. Formal
introductions seemed so inappropriate.

“Great to meet you too.”

“I want
you to help me to take Megan to the edge, Lee.”

“Yes,
Master King.”

“Are
you hard, Lee?” Matt asked.

Lee
nodded.

“Good.
My sub is beautiful and everyone should be hard when they see her exposed.”

Matt
reached around and ran his fingers over the nipple clamps. Then he took hold of
the chain that ran between them and handed it to Lee. “Pull on this every time
you think she deserves it.”

“Yes,
Master King.” Lee’s face lit up and Megan shivered. Now she would have the
attention of two men. Could she cope with this? Her body throbbed in response
as Lee gave the chain an experimental tug.

Megan
closed her eyes and leant back so that her hair flowed over Matt. She arched
her back as Lee tugged at the chain again and again. He was enjoying this too
much.

Matt
slipped his hands down to her pussy. He rubbed them over her clit, squeezing
the clamp so her arousal built. She felt another hand slide up her leg. Was
that Lee? A finger entered her folds and penetrated her. She peered down.

Matt
was using both hands to squeeze the clamp and to rub her clit. It was Lee who
now fingered her, pushing into her heat and rubbing her g-spot. She stared up
at the mirror. The scene looked so good.
Like in a movie.
She was so hot she could explode. Lee tugged at her chain and her nipples
stung, sending their individual shocks throughout her core, tingling in her
womb. He used his other hand to penetrate her, one finger, two then three. He
fucked her with his hand and yanked on the chain.

She
panted. Matt applied more pressure to the clit clamp and she wriggled on his
lap. The pleasure was so intense. Lying here with the man she had loved with
all of her heart, the Dom she had yearned to please in every way she could, and
being pleasured by another sub, because that was what her Master wanted,
suddenly proved too much and she exploded into a thousand fragments, shooting
her hot juices all over Lee’s fingers.

She lay
there gasping.
Helpless.
Unable to do anything else
other than surrender.

Matt
nodded at Lee and he withdrew his agile fingers from her pussy and let go of
the chain.

“Was
that good for you, sub?” Matt nibbled her earlobe then traced the shell with
his hot tongue.

Megan
turned towards him and sighed into his neck. “Yes, Master. Thank you, Master
and thank you, Lee.”

“Can I
do anything else to help?” The young sub gazed at Matt with evident admiration.

“You
can, Lee. One more for my sub, I think.”

“Of course, Master King.”

“Another?”
Megan asked
,
her heart rate hadn’t even slowed down
from the first one.

The men
began caressing her again and Megan soared towards fulfillment. She had thought
to be past orgasm, too sensitive to become aroused a second time under their
joint attention, but she was wrong.

Lee
pulled at the chain and plundered her with three fingers. She began to grind
against his hand and covered Matt’s with hers, encouraging him to keep
squeezing the clit clamp. Her excitement was increased further as Matt took
over the nipple chain to free Lee’s one hand.