Kinky Bet (10 page)

The noises around her got louder the farther they walked. People talked and laughed around her. She inhaled and caught a faint smell of sandalwood. No one seemed to be taking the least bit of notice of her from what she could tell, but when their procession stopped, her wrists were unclipped, and her hands stretched over her head and attached to something that held her in place, she had an idea that that was about to change. The air inside the hood warmed, making her lightheaded. She tried to calm down her breathing, she really did, but when a cranking noise sounded and her arms rose higher so that her toes barely touched the floor, her lungs just didn’t want to cooperate.

“Slow down your breathing, fire girl,” said Conal.

She jumped at the sound of his voice, but it helped. Taking a longer breath, she concentrated hard and blew it out slowly.

“That’s better. Good girl.”

Yeah, right. As if she had a choice, all trussed up like this. Thank goodness for the hood and the relative anonymity of the situation. Not knowing who was watching, while adding an edge to her arousal, also reduced her fear levels.
What you can’t see, you can’t worry about, right?

Her heart rate kicked up as someone cupped her breast. She inhaled again, and relaxed when all she could smell was Conal’s unique spicy aftershave. Her relaxation was short lived, however, when he slid his fingers inside the cups of her bra, pulling them down, exposing both her breasts.

No.
Not feeling relaxed now. She struggled against her bonds holding her arms in place.

“Don’t move,” he whispered. “Trust me.”

Trust him?
It was one thing at his private retreat, but this was somewhere public. Sure, she guessed it was a BDSM club, but from the sounds around her, it was pretty damn public. However, she
had
agreed to learn about submission, and to let him use her however he wanted. Exhibitionism wasn’t one of her hard limits, so he had a right to do this. She had an idea that this evening was also some sort of test, and she really wanted him to be proud of her. Besides, the heat racing under her skin and across her entire body was fuelling a desire that aroused her to the point that a single scrape across her clit would have set her off like a rocket.

However, she knew in her heart that it wasn’t about her pleasure at all, although she would certainly experience it. It was about being there, with Conal, being whatever he wanted her to be, doing whatever he wanted her to do. She asked herself again—did she trust him? Yes, she did. She relaxed her arms and body as much as her restraints allowed and waited patiently.

Warm breath blew against her nipples as Conal sighed beside her. “Don’t move, no matter what you hear,” he whispered.

“My friends,” he said.

The room turned silent incredibly quickly. Erica stood in awe of the respect he was held in by this community.

“I present to you a new sub. For the next thirty minutes you may inspect her. As per our house rules, there is no penetration in the common area. Her name is Enya, and she is all fire. Enjoy!”

The air around her swished across her skin as he withdrew. He was not far away as she could still smell him, and she took comfort in that thought. As soon as he’d left her side, the touches started. One after another, the people in the room stroked her skin, her breasts and down to her bare pussy. No one lingered for very long, but the constant touching without the benefit of seeing it sent her libido into overdrive. It was more and more difficult to keep still, but she persevered. It was embarrassing, and incredibly arousing, but not unbearable at this stage and she could take it. Or so she thought, until a deep rasping voice spoke loudly in front of her.

“Very nice, Master Conal. Is she available?”

She gasped, holding her breath as he squeezed her breasts painfully.

She sensed rather than felt Conal return to her side. “She’s not finished her training as yet,” he said.

The man continued torturing her, twisting her nipples so that she rose up on her tiptoes to move with his hands.

“Oh crap, that hurts!”

He laughed, and let her go. “Naughty sub. She definitely needs more work, and I would love to be the one to teach her.”

Erica’s heart stopped. She leaned slightly towards Conal, waiting to hear how he would answer. He’d promised to help her find a Master, but she prayed it wouldn’t be this one. Those hands made her flesh crawl, and not in a good way.

“Thanks for your interest, but she’s not looking for a new Master.”

Her heart did a little jump in her chest at his words. She had never felt so relieved in her life, but it also made her smile to realise he was being true to his word and watching out for her best interests.

“So that’s how it is,” said her torturer. “If you ever change your mind you know where I am.”

Conal’s voice was cool and controlled. “I doubt that will happen, but I’ll keep it in mind.”

Her smile got wider.
He cares.

The chains holding up her hands were loosened and her arms were lowered. Two people rubbed the muscles in her arms, helping the circulation back. When they’d finished, she felt another tug on the leash, ushering her forward. Her legs were stiff from standing on her toes for so long, but she didn’t dare trip over her feet. The tricky bit came when she was being led down a winding staircase. Her journey was made all the more intimidating when she caught the sounds of whips or floggers connecting with skin, and people crying out, although in pain or ecstasy, she couldn’t tell.

Finally on level ground, she was led for a few more steps before being turned around until her back rested against a cool flat surface. Her hands and feet were spread apart and attached to straps.
A St Andrew’s cross,
she thought. She’d seen one of those in her research, but didn’t know what it was like to be strapped to one. It looked like she was about to find out. She pulled on her restraints to see how much movement she could take, but found very little. Given how her fear factor had increased a thousand fold in the last few minutes, that was probably a good thing.

“Don’t move.”

No problem following that one. She couldn’t have moved an inch, even if she’d wanted to.

“Gentlemen, you may begin the warm-up.”

Before she had had a chance to think about what he’d meant by that, the two men returned to her breasts, sucking and tugging on her nipples with their teeth.

Oh God
. She inhaled sharply. She had not been expecting that. Moisture pooled instantly between her legs. A flush swept over her as the pleasure/pain swept her away. The mouths withdrew, but the men continued their work, using their fingers to pull on her sensitive nipples until she felt the pinch of something cold take their place. She cried out from the strength of the pain.

“They are clamps, fire girl. Breathe deeply and wait. You’ll like them once you get used to them.”

She did as he’d asked, closing her mouth and breathing so deeply that the material of the hood flapped in and out against her face. The pain from the clamps morphed into a trail of tingles that led directly to her clit.

“Good girl. Be patient and you won’t be needing the hood for much longer.”

She hoped not, but she wasn’t sure she’d be a pretty sight once it did come off. Her hair and skin would no doubt be covered in sweat, and she didn’t even want to think about her eye makeup, but she had no control over that, so she had to let it go.

She felt a tug on the clamps and heard a click as something was attached to the ends. The weight pulled farther on her nipples, intensifying the feelings. Before she had a chance to breathe through the new sensations, someone slipped their fingers over her labia, opening her up, and rubbed back and forth. Hot breath blew against her mons and her vagina clenched, desperate to be filled.

She moaned, so close to a climax now, but she knew she couldn’t let go until Conal gave her permission. Every muscle in her body tensed, in a desperate attempt to hold it off. She needn’t have worried as a new pain started. She felt a pinch on her clit as another clamp was wrapped around the hood.

“Holy shit!”

Punishment be damned, there was no way she could hold back an expletive.

“You spoke without permission, fire girl. Your list of transgressions is growing.”

Her breath came in short pants, but she paused, giving herself time to get herself under control before responding.

“I’m sorry, Sir. It took me by surprise. It won’t happen again, Sir.”

“Good. Now keep still while we add another chain.”

Another chain?

Her nipples stretched out again as the chain was tugged tighter while it was attached to the clip down below. She held her breath until they had finished, not willing to risk increasing her discomfort, but now she felt the full force of the sensations emanating from the three clips and their joining chain, and her respiration rate jumped off the scale.

As her breaths continued to come in short sharp gulps, the laces of the hood loosened and the material slipped away. As the cool air hit, Conal grasped her hair, tilting her head back as his dark chocolate eyes narrowed in.

“Control your breathing.”

She sobbed, the pain on her scalp temporarily detracting from the pain of the clips. “I’ll try, Sir.”

He released her hair, cupping her cheeks. His breath fanned across her mouth as he drew closer. “You’ll do more than that, love. You’ll take it all.”

Then he kissed her and she lost all thought. There was only him. His lips, his unique scent and the comfort of his warm body as he held her firmly. He slipped his tongue between her lips and she opened for him, forgetting everything as her heart leapt in her chest. She sucked lightly on him and was rewarded with a deep groan and a tightened grip on her face. He delved deeper, stroking her over and over until she moaned back. She’d been waiting for this from the minute he’d winked at her in the club, and it was definitely worth the wait. What would have happened if she’d won the bet and had kissed him that night? Would she have ended up here anyway? If he’d done as well as this, she would have followed him anywhere.

Just like now. Wow, the man could kiss!

He pulled back and let her go, leaving her trembling and bereft, until she saw his eyes. They burned with desire for her and her heart soared with hope.

He stepped back from her and smiled.

“How are you holding up, fire girl? You may speak.”

“My nipples hurt like hell, but I’m strangely aroused.” She paused, her eyes scanning the dark room to see they were now alone. “Can I come yet? Sir?”

He leant forward and tugged on the chain. She yelped and tensed her muscles, desperate to rub her legs together for some relief from the relentless arousal.

From the grin on his face, he clearly enjoyed her reaction. “I say not yet, fire girl. You come when I say, and not before.”

She pulled a face. “Meanie.”

He chuckled. “I withhold your orgasm to help you learn control.” He flicked a nipple and she gasped. “The prize at the end will be worth it, but first we have the matter of reminding you who is in charge here.”

He walked away from her and out of her line of sight, only to return a few seconds later, circling her with his eyes narrowed. “You have shown a lot of promise, fire girl, but you’ve a few more lessons to learn. You may not speak now unless you use your safe word.”

Hot breath tickled her neck as he whispered in her ear, “Do you understand?”

She nodded, grateful for that one part of her body that was able to move.

He held up his implement—a flogger with short leather straps. “This, my Enya, is a flogger. I will use it to remind you that your body is mine to do with as I please. Is that clear?”

She nodded again, not daring to make a sound.

“I will give you one last chance to change your mind. I promise, one word from you and it all finishes here. Do you want to use your safe word?”

She looked at his face, then the door. She could end it all now with just one word, but even with the tension in her body, and the pain in her nipples and clit, she knew this was where she wanted to be. Shaking her head, she smiled at Conal, letting him know she was sure of her decision. She searched his face for a sign that he was pleased, but his expression didn’t waver. Instead he slid the leather handle over her folds, rubbing against the clip and reminding her exactly what power he had over her.

“Feel the strength of the handle, fire girl. I can tell your body appreciates it. You love it, don’t you?”

She whimpered, nodding her head.

She jumped at the crack of the leather straps across her breasts, although it didn’t sting nearly as much as she’d expected. The second crack was not quite so light and she sucked in a breath as the pain extended into a pleasurable tingle, building higher with each strike.

“Good girl. Keep still and I’ll make it worth your while. You’ll come like you’ve never come before. Do you want that, Enya? You may speak.”

Fuck, of course she did, but she wanted to make him proud of her more. “I want what you want, Sir.”

“Good. Don’t come yet.” He faltered in his next strike, which landed hard against her pussy.

“Sir!” Holy hell, the pain was no longer an issue, but the increasing pressure of the impending orgasm was driving her insane. Her whole body was wound up tighter than a spring and ready to let go at any time.

“Not yet,” he said, as a few more strikes landed over her.

She closed her eyes tightly, fighting to keep control. “Please! I can’t take much more of this, Sir!”

The flogger landed on the floor and his fingers spread her open as he removed the clip from her clit. “Come for me, fire girl.”

She screamed as the blood rushed back and set off an explosion as the orgasm took over. Conal’s warm lips replaced the clip, sucking and soothing the tortured nub while wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. As the spasms slowed, Conal untied the straps around her ankles and brought her legs together on the floor, then one by one he released the clips from her breasts. She saw white spots of light in front of her eyes and the pain was excruciating until he lapped at her nipples with his mouth.