In the Middle (15 page)

“I expect a response,” Rob said, not breaking stride.

“Yes, Master,” she said. She would have thought she’d rebel at being pushed quite so frequently. As if letting him shave her and having that thing in her ass wasn’t enough. Every step she took, it reminded her of its presence. Rationally she knew it wasn’t creeping deeper in with each motion, but it sure felt like it was. It made it difficult to walk. At least it didn’t vibrate like the egg, but still, it was in her ass.

He ushered her through the door, and she walked in, ready to nonchalantly take her dress off as if it were nothing, until she realized the plug would probably be visible between her cheeks if she was naked. She didn’t actually know what it looked like, but she’d seen plugs in novelty stores, and she imagined something with a square rubber base. Not a good look. And totally humiliating. Bad enough for everyone to see she had something stuck up her bum without it looking ugly to boot.

The same young man was working the desk as had been there the night before.
Doesn’t he get to have any of the fun?
But the thought was fleeting as her mind returned to the plug. She tried to keep her voice down as she turned to Rob.

“Master,” she started. She definitely wanted to stay respectful. “The plug!”

“What about it?” He smiled, but his eyes had a dangerous look to them.

“Everyone will see!” Surely he’d see why that was a very, very bad idea.

“Do you think it would go better with six red stripes?”

She blinked, not immediately understanding what six red stripes had to do with anything. Candy canes? No, not that kind of cane. He’d mentioned the riding crop earlier, and apparently he meant to keep her in line.

She pouted, but she didn’t want to find out what a riding crop felt like yet. She turned away from him so he wouldn’t see her expression, tried to avoid looking Ethan in the eye, and said through gritted teeth, “Would Master be so kind as to get the zipper in back?”

She half expected him to tell her to get it herself, since she’d obviously gotten it zipped in the first place, but he didn’t. Instead he unzipped the dress to her waist, and then put a gentle hand on her bare shoulder. That bit of help made her feel like they were in it together, even though she was the only one getting undressed. She breathed easier, although she still wasn’t excited about the plug showing. She shrugged out of the dress and shimmied it down over her hips.

She handed it to Ethan, who was openly staring. “Are you really supposed to gawk at everyone like that?” she asked crossly.

“Actually yes,” Ethan replied. “It’s expressly in my directions to pointedly appreciate anyone who undresses in front of me. With you, however, appreciation comes naturally.”

Rob chuckled. She blinked, having expected Ethan to back down. As far as she could tell, he had sub written all over him. And maybe he was, what with his directions and all. But he wasn’t
her
sub.

All of a sudden, Rob was holding her waist and pushing on her back, bending her forward. The pressure on her back stopped, but before she could straighten, he’d landed a swat on her backside. This time she was sure the plug had pushed deeper inside. And bent over like that, it was probably on display, as well. She turned red.

“I’m still teaching her manners,” Rob said. “Please accept my apologies.”

“Of course, Sir,” Ethan replied smoothly.

He let go of her, and she got up.

“What do you say, sub?” Rob asked.

Did he want her to apologize? “Um, sorry?” she said to Ethan. She didn’t think it sounded very convincing.

“And to me?”

Her mind went blank. Clearly
fuck you
was the wrong answer and not the one she wanted to give, but it was the only thing that popped into her mind.
I’m going to giggle if I don’t stop thinking it too. Fuck.

“I’m teaching you, Louise. And not with a crop this time, either. Well?”

Oh
. “Thank you, Master.”

“Much better.” He put an arm around her and steered her down the curving hall. “You know,” he said in a low voice when they were out of sight, “you look beautiful, and if you bite the head off every man or woman who stares, you’re going to be in for a very long evening. People are going to look at you, no doubt thinking what a lucky man I am, and trying to think of ways to get you from me. But they aren’t going to succeed, because you are mine, all mine. The next time someone looks, however, I’ll try to distract you from your nakedness.”

She liked the sound of that for about half a second. What did he have in mind exactly? It seemed unlikely it was anything good.

She clung to him, walking as close as she could and still keep her balance in the heels, and he let her, steering her gently with his arm. The
click-clack
of her spikes seemed like gunshots on the floor when they entered the main room. People were looking—he was right about that—but not everyone, because she was far from the only naked woman in the room, and there were a couple of naked men as well. The room was decorated differently than the previous night, with plush throw rugs and velvet cushions scattered near the edges of the floor, and the bondage furniture more plentiful and more central. One woman, attached to an X frame, was already displaying an impressive series of red stripes on her backside. There were so many that some had blended in with others. It reminded her of Rob’s threat. Would he really do that to her? She wanted to know. She didn’t, after all, want to be bullied by an empty threat.

My curiosity will get the better of me someday. But I want to be mastered. Controlled. Dominated
. It still confused her how she could want Rob’s domination so much and enjoy being in control of Daniel less than twelve hours earlier. But the desire was intense.

She noticed one man staring at her quite openly, despite having his arm wrapped around a nearly naked woman thinner and younger than herself. The man was lounging on a cushion, and his sub’s hand was massaging the crotch of his leather pants. She made the mistake of meeting his gaze.

At that point, the plug inside her seemed to leap into life, and she could feel the vibrations all the way to her clit. She lost her balance. Rob steadied her. She looked up at him and saw a devilish gleam in his eye. More remote control. She should have known.

“This way, love,” he said, steering her to the other side of the room, away from the staring man. The idea of getting stroked by one woman while watching another struck her as simultaneously hot and fickle.

“Would you like that?” she asked, when he’d found an empty rug and lounged on it, using the only cushion on it under his shoulders. He set the briefcase down at his left side.

“Like what?” He patted the rug next to his right hand. She didn’t think he wanted her to stand there.
Cuddle? Kneel?
Kneeling seemed safer. And standing with the plug vibrating in her butt was going to be hell.

She knelt at the spot indicated and told him about the man.

“Oh, yeah, I saw him looking at you. No, love, I wouldn’t like you to rub me through my leathers. If I want your service, I’d much rather have you take me in your sweet mouth, your ass on display. And I’d keep you there until I came in your throat.”

Oh my God.

“Don’t believe me?” He cocked an eyebrow.

She closed her mouth. She hadn’t known it was open until he asked like that, but she’d been staring at him in disbelief. She believed him now and knew that if she challenged him, he’d have her do it, right then and there. “I believe you. As my Master wishes, of course.” She set her hands on her thighs, not knowing what she wanted him to do or tell her to do.
He’ll do whatever he desires, which is what I really want.

“Good answer. And right now I want you to spread your legs further, so I have an obstructed view of your”—he paused and met her gaze-—“cunt.”

The deliberateness with which he chose the word aroused her. She’d never liked that word, but she wasn’t in control of what words were used.

She closed her eyes and spread her thighs open for him, before she looked into his eyes again.
Here you are, Master. My pussy. My cunt
. The vibrations in her ass continued, reminding her that he had that part of her as well. She had to fight the urge to squirm.

“Good girl.” He reached up, cupped her breasts, and then plucked at her nipples. Her areolae crinkled in response. “Such lovely breasts.”

“Yours to play with, Master.” She pushed her chest out, offering them to him. She knew there were dozens of other people in the room, yet her focus had narrowed down to him, and it didn’t matter anymore. Between him playing with her nipples and the thing in her rear shaking, a warmth was building deep in her core. And he hadn’t even touched her pussy yet, although she was very aware of how available it was to him.

He pulled and pinched, moving his fingers, changing the angle, always concentrating on her tender peaks. She felt her tips lengthen and harden under his attentions, and when his fingers at last left she had to catch her breath. She would have said “enough” a long time ago if she’d been in charge. But then, he’d not have continued, and each touch excited her more. She’d hate to admit it, but she missed his touch.

He dipped into his bag and came out with two complicated-looking clamps connected by a silver chain. He put the first one on her right nipple. It bit sharply, much more than she had anticipated. Streaks of pain shot through her breast, but then it faded to a dull ache. She had stopped gritting her teeth and felt she could manage it when he attached the other one.

“Oh my God, that hurts, Master.”

He smiled. “It will get better.” He kissed her above each sensitive tip. He was right; it was getting better.

“If I tug on the chain, they’ll tighten. Try to avoid getting it caught on anything.”

That sounded like good advice. She winced at the idea of them being tighter than they already were. He was holding the chain, though, and that made her nervous.

“And of course, there’s this.” He reached in his pocket, and the clamps began to buzz. Oddly that actually made them easier to take, like a massage. Pleasure replaced some of the pain. Not all of it, but some. He was looking at her with obvious satisfaction, which made her straighten her back proudly.
I’m glad I can take this pain for him. And even like it. Hmm, does that mean I’m really taking it for me?

He clicked another button, and the buzzing in her ass stopped, but she was still very much aware of the plug’s presence. Having something in her pussy was one thing. Uncomfortable, but a big turn-on. Having something in her rear was a different balance but still some of each. And it wasn’t her choice, so she didn’t need to calculate and figure out what worked best.

Still, her pussy felt awfully neglected.

He let go of the chain, and even though it looked delicate, she was immediately aware of its tug and the slight tightening of the clamps on her peaks. If he was to pull on it, she was sure it would be agony. She thought maybe he was going to play with her pussy, but instead he leaned back on his cushion with a smug look on his face.

I’m going to sit here, and he’s going to push buttons. I’m just like a toy
. The thought should have horrified her, but she found herself feeling vaguely pleased. She was sure he’d change things at some point. In the meantime, if this gave him satisfaction, so be it.

A few minutes tested her resolve. He turned the clamps and plug on and off, alternating the vibrations and driving her crazy until she would happily have humped his leg to give herself some kind of relief. She was trying to bear it all with a smile, but she was getting desperate. He craved that, she knew, wanted her on the edge, wanted her to be the raw, sexual animal she was fast becoming.

Slowly he reached between her legs, feathering her clit with his fingers, then dipping them into her opening. “Wet. Very wet.” He withdrew his hand, and she moaned and bent her hips in a vain attempt to follow it. Instead she watched him lick his fingers. “Tasty.”

“Master, would you make me come, please?” She didn’t care that there were people around anymore.

His fingers drifted across her clit again, his touch far too light. “So concerned with your own needs, Lulu?”

“Then let me make you come instead.” She wanted to distract herself from the sensations. And right now she didn’t mind one bit the idea of taking his cock down her throat, even though she’d rather do it in private. “Or if you wish, beat me with the crop. I want to know what it’s like.”

He chuckled. “Do you? You continue to surprise me.” He pushed against the carpet and stood up. “Follow me, two steps behind.” He reached in his pocket and turned all the vibrations on. It didn’t make it easier to stand, but she hurried to obey. He leaned down to pick up his briefcase, which delayed him enough that she was able to follow him in time.

She saw another sub following her master. The other girl was crawling, collared, on her master’s leash. She was grateful he hadn’t asked her to do that.
I would if I was ordered to. There isn’t much I wouldn’t do right now.

He brought her to one of the X frames and turned the vibrations off again. He put his arm around her waist to move her into place. Facing the cross, she put her hands along the upper reaches of the X and stretched out her legs to match the lower parts. He reached into his bag and took out some rope, with which he bound her to the frame, wrapping thick rope multiple times around her wrists, her ankles, and her thighs, immobilizing her. He felt her hands, rubbing them in his, massaging them. She couldn’t close her legs if she wanted to, couldn’t even try to rub her thighs together for some kind of relief.

“This is not going to be a long scene, love. You’re new to this sort of thing, and I don’t want to push you beyond what you can take. You’re to tell me if you lose feeling anywhere, but especially your hands. Having them up there makes you feel vulnerable and open, and I like that, but it also makes it harder for your heart to pump blood into them. I’ll be checking them from time to time to make sure they are retaining their warmth. Using your safe word would be appropriate if your fingers go numb. Got that?”