Sweet Surrender (55 page)

“Yes,” she whispered.

His hand shot out and twisted her nipple through the leather top, making her moan.

“Yes what, Chantal?” he demanded.

Oh!
She had no idea until now that it was going to be this kind of night. He was in full control. Why did she forget to say
Sir
, in the first place? Because it didn’t come to mind straight away, that is why.

“Yes Sir,” she moaned, as his finger pinched harder. He released suddenly, leaving her wanting more of the pain mixed with pleasure that he gave her with just that single touch. She was unsure as to what she was supposed to do while standing there. She didn’t exactly want to move her head in any direction, just in case he was watching her to see if she would do as she was told. So, she waited, just like that. Simple. No more to it.

Time felt like it went on forever before he returned. A hand wrapped around hers, making her flinch away from the touch. “It’s me,” he assured her. She was glad to know that it was him and no other. “There are exactly ten steps before we go up seven stairs. I will count each one so you know. Are you ready?”

Am I? Am I ready for what is about to come?
Before she hesitated anymore, she answered, “Yes Sir.”

“Very good, baby.” She could hear from the smile in his voice that he was happy with her answer.

Her hands were placed on his hips as he stood right in front of her, his back pushed against her front. The leather rubbed over her sensitive nipples, sending waves of pleasure to her core.

Dom stepped forward, counting, “
One
...
two
...
three
...
four
...
five
.” After the fifth, she lost count as his back was plastered to her. The way his body moved against hers had her hands sliding ever so slightly off his hips and around to his abdomen. Before she could even get her hands to the front of his pants, his hand was covering hers. “Don’t!” he growled,

Huffing a breath out, he continued forward. “
Six
...
seven
...
eight
...
nine
...
ten
. How many steps up, Chantal?”

Shit!
How could she think with him in front of her? Was it nine? No. Six? No, shit. What was it?

“Chantal.”

“Um, seven, Sir.” God, she hoped that was right.

“Concentrate.”

“Yes Sir.”

“You were right, glad to see that you were paying attention. I want you to count with me, so I know that you’re with me, not in your own little world.”

She wanted to answer in one of her smartass remarks, but kept her mouth shut.

He took the first step. “
One,
Sir.”

Next step. “
Two
, Sir,”

“
Three
, Sir,”

“
Four
, Sir,”

“
Five
, Sir,”

“
Six
, Sir,”

He stopped on the last step, “
Seven
, Sir.”

“Where are we, Sir?”

“Somewhere special.” Is all he told her.

Taking several more steps, he turned around and held her still for a moment. His mouth lightly touched the side of her throat, he ran his tongue along her throat to her jaw, and nipped at her lips. She opened her mouth to accept him, but he was gone in a flash.

He walked her backwards until her back hit a wall, with him plastered to her front. Raising both her hands above her head, he held them there with one hand, as he pushed his body further into her. She wanted to see his eyes, see him completely, but with the blindfold on she could only imagine what he looked like right then in front of her.

She was spun around all of sudden, her face pressed into the wall, as handcuffs—she guessed—were placed around each wrist. She pulled lightly, hearing the chain that they were connected to. The same was done to her ankles. After he was done, he traced his fingertips up her legs, thighs, until they reached the seam of her shorts. She stood the best she could, almost on tiptoe.

With his first touch, she knew that she was going places that she needed to go. That she craved to go. He grabbed her hair, pulling her back towards him. “Ready?”

“Yes Sir.” She had absolutely no idea what she was in for.

His body left hers only moments before she felt the blade of a knife slide under the side of her shorts, cutting them off of her. The small amount of material fell to the floor, leaving her bottom exposed.

The first sting across her ass was soft at first, then hard. With each spanking, her need got stronger and stronger until she felt her skin come alive.... Her body felt deliciously used, tingling; her pussy drenched, needy. This man took her places she had never been. He took control, completely. Complete control over her body, and each time she would reach a high that she could never describe to another person.

"Sir? Sir? What are you going to do to me?" She was panting from the thrill.

"I'm going to teach you a very important lesson. I'm going to draw you the line between pleasure and pain. Then, I'm going to blur it so completely you won't know where one ends and the other begins. Now, tell me Chantal, are you ready to learn?"

It was now or never. Did she want to continue and find out exactly where he was going to take her, or chicken out?

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. At any time, if you feel uncomfortable, use your safe word. I will stop instantly. No words or sounds allowed, unless it’s your safe word. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Let’s see how many times I can make you come, then.”

Holy mother of God!
She was going to die of pleasure overload.

H
is hands moved to the front, undoing the small leather ties that held the top together. Once it released, he cut the material for her arms, watching as it hit the ground with her shorts.

Pressing his semi-naked body against the curve of hers, he slid his free hand down her back through the valley between her ass cheeks. He probed momentarily at her tight asshole, before continuing on to dip two fingers into her wet pussy. He pressed closer to her as she tensed. Leaning forward, he lightly kissed the curve of her shoulder as a moan escaped her lips. Withdrawing his fingers, he stepped away from her and took in the sweet smell before licking them clean. Surveying her naked body before him, completely exposed, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer.

He turned and walked silently across the luxuriance of the carpeted floor to his personal closet. He could hear her twisting and straining, but her position was so awkward that to turn would be to surrender what bit of grip her toes had on the floor. Glancing over the contents on the walls in the closet and the stand there, he perused the choice of instruments at his disposal.

His choices made, he gathered his selection and laid the individual items neatly on the table beside where he was. He opted for five "tools" which should be more than enough to teach her.

“I have picked five tools. One is a beautiful, pink butterfly that you will love so much. Two, my trusty riding crop. Three, is the jumping jackrabbit. Four, is a ten-inch, moulded latex vibrator. Five? Well, you'll find out all about that, won't you? In no particular order.”

He stood back and reached for his whip. He had this one made especially for her for tonight, and any other night she may want it. Running the whip across his thighs, he delighted in the sensation. It was almost like having her hair slide along his flesh. The small knots bobbled across his skin, reminding him that there was just a hint of a sting in the tail.

Swishing the whip in the air, he savoured the whirlwind rush of the noise. Hearing a panicked sound from her as her body tensed again, he reached forward and placed the butterfly over her clit.

“This is the butterfly. You will understand in a minute why it is called that. Do not move. If it falls off, you will be punished for it.”

She nodded her head to let him know she understood. He pulled the controls to the butterfly out of his pocket and increased the speed halfway, to distract her enough. He moved so that he stood in front of her. She had no idea, that behind him, Inquisition was full. Every VIP member was here watching as he showed that she was his, and only his. He was claiming her in front of everyone tonight. Moving back, he watched as a new wave of pleasure swept over her, and he quickly dashed the fibres of the whip against her calves. The pleasure of the fine-hair like cord soon gave way to the snap of the knots and she let out a startled yelp.

The pain would subside and the pleasure would rush up to her pussy again. The next stroke bit deeper, tensing her against the bonds of the cross, pain shooting sharply from the tenderized skin. He kept her there, alternating the pinch of the whip with the vibrating swell of the butterfly. Fine red lines appeared like angry torrents on her skin.

Kneeling, he traced his tongue along every single one of them, tasting the heat, while his hand moved to the control at his waist, stepping it up another notch.

The increased intensity between her legs had her rocking against her bonds, muffled moans rising. Lifting up the crop, he swished it against her legs, working faster this time, slapping alternately on each thigh. She cried harder now, sharp, tangible pain cutting thick slices between the vibrating pleasures. She rocked and swayed, vainly trying to escape each stroke of snapping torment. Standing there, he admired the glowing welts on her thighs, as she groaned at the searing heat rising over the pain.

A thin stream of her juices ran down the inside of her thighs, lacquering the crimson glow. Throwing down the crop, he smoothed his hands over the mounds of her ass. He bent down and placed a chaste kiss on each turn. She whimpered softly, as a new wave of vibration tormented her ripe clit. He spun the cross around so it faced the crowd. No one made a noise, but there was a lot going on down on the main floor.

He reached for the jackrabbit. The cross that she was on could fold in half, so he unlatched the sides and her body draped over it as it came down. Still blindfolded and cuffed, she could move a little more, but not much.

Kneeling behind her, he turned the rabbit on and stroked up the inside of her thighs—up one, and then down the other—until her legs were shaking. He spread her thighs as far as they could go in the device; there was no going easy tonight. He pushed the rabbit fully inside of her, loving the moan she released as he started pumping it inside of her pussy.

His cock was extremely hard. He never thought that she would allow him to do what he had dreamed of doing for so long. The leather of his pants rubbed along his shaft, the piercings pulling slightly as he rocked with her.

The site in front of him—her bent over a cross, ass in full view as a vibrator was being pushed into her—he wanted to share with everyone in the room, but he was selfish. They would understand if it were them up there, doing the exact same thing. You only want to share so much of your sub in public, and this was only going to be the one time for him.

Twisting his wrist more, a trail of her juices ran down her leg, and leaning forward, he followed where it went and then looked back up to her pussy. He never once touched her there. That was for later. Removing the rabbit, he positioned it at her ass; it was small, compared to the ten-inch vibrator he was reaching for to use.

Spreading her juices over her asshole, he pushed in forward, only a little. As he was doing that, the ten-inch vibrator was fully inside of her. Working back, then forward, bit-by-bit, he worked a rhythm with the both of them. When the vibrator was fully in, the rabbit was out, and vice versa.

He wanted her to see where she was before she came, and he knew that she was extremely close. He nodded his head to the side; to one of the other Doms that he trusted that was there. He walked up onto the stage and stood beside her, waiting for his instruction.

He wasn’t going to fuck her in the club; this was only a taste of what else he had planned for her later. “You’re close, aren’t you baby?” He knew she was, but loved her telling him that she was.

“Yes, Sir,” she panted as he sped up his movements.

The Dom standing beside her removed the blindfold, in one single movement. Only so many had a talent to do that with one hand. Both of his hands kept moving as he watched her head come up, and she gasped as she noticed the room full of people.

“Dom,” she moaned.

“I’ve got you, Chantal. Let go, now,” he demanded.

At his words, her whole body bowed off the cross as she screamed as her orgasm washed over her body. It was such a beautiful sight, watching as she looked into the crowd while she came, hard.

His movements slowed, not completely, just enough to prolong her high. When her body fell back against the cross, he removed both the jackrabbit and vibrator. Her whimper at the loss made his balls pull up tight under his cock. He had to wait until they got back to his house, and into his private room, for what he wanted to do to her.

He removed the cuffs from around her ankles first, and then stood up and walked to the side of her to undo the cuffs at her wrists. Once they were off, he massaged both her wrists to get blood flow back into them. He helped her up, holding her as she stood, and knowing she would need the support after her powerful release.

His arm wrapped around her stomach, as a regular sub came up and offered her a gown to cover her body with. Blushing, she realised what it was for and wrapped it around herself. He pulled her to him as they made their way off of the stage towards the private booths to the side. They were designed for nights like this, so that the sub didn’t have far to go so they could relax until they left, or were ready for more.

After she slid in, he sat next to her, placing his arm over the back of the chair. She curled around him. He couldn’t help the smile that covered his mouth. He had waited so long for this to happen, and although it had just ended, he wanted to do it again, but in his own room at his place.