Hold Me Close (3 page)

"Good. Now undress."

His command shocked her to the core. Had she heard him correctly? "Right here?" she managed between compressed lips.

"Yes, right here. I'm not going to have to repeat everything tonight, am I?"

His hard, unyielding tone sent a flutter to her core. It wasn't as if he'd never ordered her to get naked before. In fact, every time they got together he expected her naked and ready on his cross. She turned her head from side to side. But this felt so different. They weren't at a station, or in the middle of a scene, they were standing in a crowd watching another woman get flogged rather vigorously.

"Bonnie." The sound of her name on his lips was enough to pull her from her thoughts.

"Yes, Sir," she said. She reached for the waistband of her skirt and peeled it down over too ample hips. Bonnie gritted her teeth against her negative thoughts. She wasn't going to focus on thick thighs or big butts right now. The Dom behind her wanted her naked and that meant something. He wasn't really trying to humiliate her. He liked what he liked and wanted what he wanted and he expected her to comply. They'd had this talk more than once.

When the fabric pooled at her feet he bent down and retrieved the sheer material. "Keep going."

With her gaze focused in front of her, she reached back and untied the strings of her corset. When it was loose enough for her to work with, she began unhooking all the fasteners that ran from the top edge to the bottom front. Already her lungs thanked her as she breathed a sigh of relief.
 

With the last hook undone she pulled it free and laid it in his outstretched hand. Now she stood in a crowded room with nothing on but high-heeled strappy sandals she'd bought just for tonight. Dex had a thing for heels and he always seemed to approve of her taste in them. They never came off in a scene.

"Lift your hair," he said.

Little butterflies took flight in her stomach as she reached back and did as he asked. The movement thrust her breasts forward.
 

"This is just for tonight. No matter what happens I want everyone to know who you belong to while in this dungeon."
 

She barely had a moment to be confused when something rubbed against her throat before he quickly wrapped it around her neck and snapped it together. Her hand flew to the thin leather collar he'd just put around her. Her mind whirled with the implications.
 

"Just for tonight, Bonnie," he said again. The warmth of his breath bathed the back of her neck as more nerves lit up and her blood rushed to her exposed nipples and bare sex.

"Let's go." He once again grabbed her hip and steered her away from their familiar alcove. It only took a few seconds to realize his intent as the entrance to the private themed rooms drew near.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"You'll find out soon enough."

Before they could make it through the entrance, Gabe appeared from nowhere, or so it seemed. "Good to see you again, Dex."
 

Gabe turned to look at her. With her face flaming hot and probably bright red, Bonnie averted her eyes and looked down. Something about standing naked with Dex holding her in a fierce grip made her feel more submissive than ever. And of course Gabe had an amazing presence in his own right. He wasn't just her boss though. He'd pretty much taken on the role of her protector since Jim died.

Did he see the collar? Oh God. What did it mean?

"Not using the cross tonight?" Gabe asked.

"No. I'm in the mood to do something different with her."

That word again. Different. It struck as much anticipation in her as it did fear. What in the world did he want to do?

"Bonnie?"

She lifted her eyes at Gabe's implied question and met his gaze. The vibrant blue kind of unnerved her. She grabbed Dex's bicep and squeezed before realizing it.

"Easy sub," Dex said. "Gabe is your friend. He just wants to make sure you're okay."

"Fine. I'm fine." What more could she say?
Yes, I'm naked and being led to God knows where and I'm scared out of my mind because I have a collar around my neck, but if you stop this, I will cry.
That probably wouldn't go over very well with either man.

"Check in with me when you're done," Gabe said.
 

Bonnie swallowed. She nodded even though she wasn't sure which one of them Gabe had referred to. It was too hard to think. Dex's hand held her tight, burning her skin alive. Moisture had already formed between her legs and everything throbbed for more. Her nipples were hard as stone and ached to be touched. Her legs were beginning to feel like rubber the longer she stood. And her head swam with wild ideas for what might come next.

The scene had already begun.

Chapter Three

Dex on the other hand, looked pissed. His hand holding her tightened and the other one balled into a fist. She appreciated Gabe had her best interests at heart, but Bonnie's head was already with Dex when her boss interrupted. She imagined Dex did not appreciate the interference.

He led her through the darkened hallway and into the last room on the right, closing the door behind him. The first thing she noticed was the quiet. The frenetic music of the dungeon had disappeared and been replaced by a barely there sound of soft music that reminded her of the pleasure he always gave her. Dozens of candles on various surfaces all around the room lit the space. In any other place, they might have seemed romantic, but not here. He'd brought her to the medical themed room where an examination table stood like a sentinel in the center, stirrups and all.

"Why are we here?" she asked. The jitters in her stomach has picked up their pace. He was changing the scene and she didn't understand why.
 

"Because this is where I want you. We're way past time for a change. And I don't expect an argument."

"But I like the cross."

For the first time tonight a semi-smile ghosted across his face, softening his features a tiny bit. "I know you do, little one, and that's exactly why we’re here. You've been controlling our scenes for way to long. Tonight it's happening one hundred percent my way."

Her brows pulled together in confusion. She didn't control anything. Hadn't he made that perfectly clear when he'd visited her station earlier?

"Don't look so worried. I know you trust me. So don't get all jack-rabbitty now. You have a safe word and I expect you to use it if you need to. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir." She didn't want to use it though. Not if it meant she had to go home unsatisfied. She needed this so damned bad. The need threatened to claw through her gut any moment now.

"Good. Now up on the table, flat on your back. I want you to grab your knees and spread your thighs as wide as you comfortably can."

She stared at him for only a moment as she visualized the position that would put her in.

"That's right. This is nothing like standing on the cross and it isn't supposed to be. So stop looking at me like that and do as you’re told."

Bonnie walked slowly toward the table as instructed, thinking about how exposed and vulnerable she was about to be. She climbed up and got into position. Finally grabbing onto her knees and pulling them apart.

"That's a good girl. Now hook your arms underneath your knees and pull them back while keeping those legs spread."

She followed his instructions exactly and gasped when her pussy spread further and the cool air of the room hit her extra sensitive flesh. Where her body had throbbed earlier was nothing compared to the now full-blown pressure. Dex approached her and the blood rushed to her sex. Open, exposed and aching, she didn't know what to do.

"I'm going to restrain your legs like this. If at any time it becomes too uncomfortable, you let me know. I can loosen your limbs or massage your muscles until any pain goes away. Understood?"

She nodded.

"Not good enough tonight. I want to hear the words ‘Yes or no, Sir,’ every time I ask you to do something for me. In complete sentences please."

"Okay, Sir. If anything starts to hurt that isn't supposed to, I will let you know."

He paused wrapping one of the leather straps around her leg and stared at her for a moment. "Still feeling sassy tonight?" He resumed strapping her legs down in their folded position. "I'm more than happy to do something about that. A gag perhaps?"

She shook her head. "Not exactly. Just nervous. You caught me by surprise is all."

"Which of course was my intention. You, actually we, have become complacent in our scenes and your progress has been stunted. Tonight that ends."

This time she didn't say anything. Dex was in a strange mood and she didn't know how to take him. Her tendency towards sarcasm these days could land her in trouble if she didn't choose her words carefully.

"Now lift your arms and grab hold of the bar above your head."

Bonnie followed his gaze and found the bar she hadn't even noticed. She grabbed the handles and patiently as possible waited while he shackled her wrists in place.

"I'm going to leave your torso free for now, but if I think you're going to hurt yourself, I won't hesitate to bind you and those gorgeous tits to the table." He reached for one of her nipples and tweaked it hard as he spoke. The instant shot of pain coursed through her and she opened her mouth on a moan. Moments later, her body adjusted and the flash of pain turned to warmth that quickly spread through her torso and limbs. Never before Dex had she realized that pain like this could feel so damned good. She'd always thought pain meant punishment only, and she’d feared it. He had taught her otherwise.

"That's just a warm up. Tonight, I intend to use you much harder than usual. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Sir. I'm ready." She watched him walk over to a small side table and dig through his bag. She hadn't noticed him bring that in. This must have been planned long before she'd arrived. What else didn't she know about tonight?

He produced a thick flogger with dozens of strands all knotted at the end. It wasn't that large, but she knew exactly how wicked those little knots could be. And he was going to flog her front instead of her back...

"Feel free to cry, scream, whimper or beg, sweet Bonnie sub, but under no circumstances may you come until I give my permission."

Her mouth opened to complain and he clamped a hand over it.

"The only words I want are a ‘Yes, Sir,’ or a safeword. Anything else and I'll take out my cane." Her eyes widened at the threat. She did
not
like the cane. Now or ever.

He laughed and released her mouth.

"Yes, Sir."

The first strike landed with a dull thud across her midsection, with some of the strands wrapping around to her side. It didn't hurt at all. He repeated the same easy move several more times across her chest, arms and legs. Her skin began to heat under his warm up and her muscles started to relax. The next hit took her by surprise when the strands slammed across her pussy and several of the knots struck her clit, lancing her with pain.

"Oh my God, Sir," she cried, but the beating continued as did the pain. This kind of pain melded into pleasure time and time again, until the muscles in her groin were tightening with the need for release. An orgasm was building way too fast and she didn't know how to control it.

He struck her clit again. "Sir, you're going to make me come," she said, gasping. It wasn't easy to breathe with her heart racing and the blood rushing in her ears.

"No, Bonnie, you are not. Control it."

"I can't." Her legs were beginning to shake and her thoughts were turning fuzzy. The quiet strains of the slow music Dex chose were wrapping through her mind as easily as the flogger's strands were winding around her body. Every strike brought more heat to her pussy until all she could think about was the insistent throbbing of her sex.

Bonnie just wanted to come. No. Even with her mind floating somewhere out in the blue, she wanted more. So much more.

* * *

Dex worked the flogger over Bonnie's lush figure again and again. Almost her entire body had turned a lovely shade of red and a crisscross of welts rose across smooth skin. He knew she'd wear them for several days.
 

"Your shaved pussy is so gorgeous, my Bonnie sub," he said, pausing to part her labia and slide his fingers through her juices gathered there. “Especially now that I’ve marked it.”
 

He wanted nothing more than to devour her in every fucking way. His dick strained against his pants and he longed to free himself and be buried balls deep inside this gorgeous woman. He ran a hand up her thigh and watched her face for a reaction. Nothing. Her eyes were glazed over. She'd left the building a while ago. He tossed the flogger onto the nearby bench and placed both hands on her skin. He savored the fine tremors running underneath his fingers as her body shook.
 

"What do you want from me, Bonnie?"

Her mouth was open and her tongue peeked out as she panted for air. "To come. Please let me come."
 

"Just to come? That's all you want?"

This time, she didn't answer and he didn't know if it was because she couldn't or wouldn't. Her stubbornness was sometimes legendary when it came to her needs. She fought against them so much, it had become second nature. He paused to stand back and observe. Little whimpers and cries fell from her mouth in continuous flow. She pulled against her restraints and canted her hips in his direction. The little vixen didn't need to say the words for him to know exactly what she wanted. She longed to be taken. Her empty cunt drove her crazy.