by Grant, Livia
Instead, he was starting to wonder if maybe—in this case—his dick wasn’t so stupid after all.
* * *
Lisa
When she thought of Master Elliott, snuggly was not one of the adjectives that immediately leapt to her mind. She’d never really paid attention to whether or not he did aftercare with other submissives. Aftercare had never been high on her priorities.
But with him?
Maybe she needed to reorganize her priorities. Because she could seriously cuddle with him all night. She didn't even know how long she sat on his lap, just enjoying the feel of being in his arms, before he finally spoke up.
"As much as I'm enjoying what we're currently doing, we do have a third spin to do and time is ticking," Master Elliott murmured into her ear. "Unless you want to give up having a third chance at winning hottest scene?"
Give up? Hell no. Those words were not in Lisa's vocabulary. Even if part of her thought that more snuggling with Master Elliott might also feel like winning. But he was right, one more scene was one more chance to win. And she wanted that third scene with him. Wanted everything she could get. There’d be time for more cuddling afterward.
"After our first two scenes?" Lisa shook her head. "I feel like we have a chance at winning two months free here. I'm not going to give up a chance at one month, much less two."
Master Elliott chuckled. "I have a feeling we probably have some pretty stiff competition tonight, but you might be right."
"You need to work on your confidence," Lisa scolded, and then frowned. "Or your optimism. Maybe both."
He had to laugh, shaking his head, and she grinned, shrugging her shoulders. Sometimes her mouth ran away from her, but she was mostly okay with it.
"Maybe you're right," he said, helping her stand up from his lap. Lisa immediately missed how comfortable she'd been. "Maybe we do have a chance at winning tonight."
Even though she really hoped that was true, Lisa felt her heart squeeze a little and she realized it's because she wanted their scenes to mean more to him than just a way to win a contest. Because, deep down, she already knew they meant something to her. There was no way she was going to be able to get him out of her head after tonight.
So much for keeping her old crush under control.
Chapter 9
Elliott
As they approached the roulette wheel for the third time, Lisa seemed oddly pensive. He couldn't exactly pinpoint the difference between this silence and her quiet before, but it was there. Like she was thinking very hard about something.
Funny. Earlier this evening, he'd been thinking that all he wanted was for her to be quiet so that he could get through the night. Now he was wondering how to get her to talk to him.
He'd been wrong about her.
Considering how strong Lisa had come on to him initially, he gave himself some leeway on that, but he'd still been wrong. She might need some lessons on proper club etiquette, and she was one hundred percent a brat, but she was definitely submissive. Elliott had just judged her too harshly at first, based on one encounter.
Elixxir grinned at them as they walked up to him for the third time. "Just under an hour left for your final scene... Roll a good one!"
Those nearby watching to see what they got next all chuckled. Elliott smiled. It really didn't matter to him what they got. He was already feeling good and relaxed after their first two scenes, and no matter what came next he knew he'd enjoy it. Lisa looked nervous again, as she should.
The only scene he hoped they wouldn't get was Dom's choice. Since they'd already done fire play, he really didn't have a clue what he'd choose to do instead. Sure, he could come up with something, but for once he'd rather go with the flow.
Once the wheel started to spin, Elliott reached out and tucked Lisa under his arm. The fuzzy blanket wrapped around her tickled his side as she leaned into him, watching the wheel turn with wide, nervous eyes. He could feel the air whoosh out of her when it finally came to a stop.
Anal sex.
Sounded good to him.
To his surprise, rather than announcing it, Elixxir stepped in closer to them, looking a little concerned. "Lisa, are you sure you want to rescind your hard limits?"
Ah, shit.
* * *
Lisa
Butt stuff. Of course, her final spin was butt stuff. The one option she'd included in her list of possible hard limits, not because she didn't like it, but because of how intimate it was. Because she hadn't wanted to go there with a Dom.
However, Master Elliott wasn't just a random dom and right now... well, she didn't mind going there with him.
"Yes," she said, nodding decisively.
"No," Master Elliott said, at the exact same time.
Turning her head, she glared up at him. "You don't get to decide what my hard limits are."
"And I'm not going to have you doing something you don't actually want to do just to prove something," he countered, glaring back down at her. "If something is a hard limit for you, it should be respected."
Lisa made a frustrated noise and felt a blush rising in her cheeks. "It's not... I didn't. Ugh." She looked at DJ Elixxir. "Can we have a minute?"
DJ Elixxir gestured with an open hand, nodding his head, and she grabbed Master Elliott by the arm, pulling him over to the side of the stage. She didn't want everyone being able to hear how she'd chosen her hard limits. Yeah, she was pretty comfortable letting her nerd flag fly most days, but that didn't stop some people from being jerks... and if Master Elliott was going to laugh at her, she'd prefer that not everyone know why.
Crossing his arms over his chest, Master Elliott looked down at her and raised his eyebrows. Feeling more vulnerable than she had all night, Lisa's fingers tightened their grip on the aftercare blanket, holding it together in front of her chest. It wasn't like having a blanket around her instead of being butt naked was that much better, but it did make her feel a little less exposed.
"I had more than four things I wanted to put as a hard limit," she said, doing her best to keep her voice loud enough for Master Elliott to hear but too quiet for anyone else to overhear. "So, I made a list of every single thing I didn't want to do and then I rolled dice to choose which four made my actual hard limits list."
Master Elliott blinked. “You rolled dice?”
She scowled at him. “I’m a D&D nerd, okay? It made sense to me at the time.”
“Okay,” he said slowly, but at least he didn’t sound judgmental.
"And the only reason I put butt—um, anal sex on the list was because to me it's a very intimate thing and I didn't want to do it with just anyone and I didn't know who I'd be paired with."
He just blinked again. Damned if she could tell what he was thinking.
"I almost re-rolled after I rolled it, because there were so many other things that seemed way worse that I wanted to put as a hard limit. Then I decided that it was really unlikely that a Dom would put it as a hard limit, whereas it was much more likely that they'd choose one of the other things I didn't want to do. So, I decided to leave it. Plus, it felt like cheating to re-roll. I didn't realize I'd end up with a Dom with no hard limits."
Cocking his head to the side, Master Elliott's lips pressed together in a thin line for just a moment. "So, you find anal sex really intimate and didn't want to risk having it with someone you didn't feel anything for?"
Now it was Lisa's turn to blink. There was something odd about his phrasing... but, she couldn't quite figure it out. "Right."
"But you're okay having anal sex with me?"
Heat bloomed in her cheeks and he grinned as the hot blush spread across her face. Which didn't help, because when he smiled at her like that, all wicked and looking at her with sexy intent in his eyes, it just made her blush even harder.
"Yes."
"Okay then."
This time it was Master Elliott's turn to grab her arm and pull her back to the front of the stage where DJ Elixxir was waiting for them. Glancing between
her and Master Elliott, DJ Elixxir's gaze finally settled on her. "Are you going to re-spin?"
"No, thank you," she said politely. Master Elliott chuckled, sounding extremely pleased and her blush brightened.
"Remember, the club safe word is ‘yellow’ or 'red,'" DJ Elixxir reminded her. Not that she needed the reminder, but he was obviously concerned, and she appreciated it.
"She won't need it," Master Elliott said reassuringly, before his big hand wrapped around the back of her neck, guiding her off the stage again. Her butt cheeks automatically clenched as nervous anticipation surged up inside of her.
* * *
Elliott
Spanking bench? Medical play table? Cross?
No... He grinned when the perfect piece of furniture caught his eye. Not only would it ensure he could keep an eye on all of Lisa's reactions—he was mostly reassured she had told the truth about this particular limit—but, considering her reason for putting anal sex as a hard limit, it would also increase her discomfort. His sadistic side nearly cackled with glee.
Because he was watching her from the corner of his eye, he saw her surprise when she realized where he was headed.
The people standing near the black leather chaise parted for them as they drew closer. Elliott released his hold on Lisa's neck and grabbed the blanket she had wrapped around her, yanking it off from behind. Blankets weren't club wear, but they were such easy access. He had to admit, he was a fan. She gave a startled little shriek as the blanket was pulled away but didn't try to cover herself.
"Up on the chaise," he ordered, gesturing.
The black leather gleamed under the lights. Leather straps hung from its sides, promising an abundance of ways a subbie could be secured to it. There were also cuffs hanging from a chain at the top of the chaise, which could be lengthened or shortened as desired.
It was perfect for what Elliott had in mind. He grinned, watching Lisa get up onto the chaise on her knees, placing her hands on the backrest. She was going to be in for a surprise in a moment.
But there were a couple things he needed first.
Chapter 10
Lisa
Peeking over her shoulder, Lisa saw one of the DMs handing Master Elliott a small tube of lube and a plastic wrapped butt plug. At least, she assumed it was lube in the tube. Black Light was prepared for all the scenes, and anal sex pretty much required lube. If it wasn't lube, then she really was going to have to safe word...
Master Elliott leaned toward the DM, clearly making another request. Probably for something to torture her with.
Her pussy quivered. Lisa almost wanted to groan, thinking about how she'd wanted a break for her sore vagina. Maybe she should have been a little clearer about that wish, because the universe had a perverse sense of humor.
Not that she wanted to change her mind now... she was just nervous.
And the waiting wasn't helping.
A sudden bang made her jump, yelping in surprise. She popped up from her position, stretching as high as she could while kneeling on the chaise to see what had made that noise. People around the bar swirled and she realized one of the standing banners propped up there must have fallen.
Catching her eye, Master Elliott gave her a sharp look and pointed his finger, indicating that she needed to get back in position. Then he turned back to the DM. Jerk. He was obviously getting off on making her wait. As evidenced by the slow way he sauntered toward her. Lisa's fingers dug into the soft leather of the chaise and she pressed her lips together to keep herself from blurting out something insulting.
For her, the hardest part about being a submissive was keeping quiet, even when she knew that what she wanted to say was probably going to get her in trouble.
“Bend forward,” Master Elliott ordered. “I want that pretty ass up in the air.”
From the way he eyed her curves as she positioned herself, he wasn’t lying about thinking her ass was pretty. Most of the Doms she’d met liked her butt, but she still liked to hear it.
In this position, her breasts hung down underneath her and she had to spread her legs to balance herself with her knees apart on the seat of the chaise. She felt the leather padding shift slightly when Master Elliott moved behind her and then she gasped in surprise when he actually kissed her buttock, only inches away from her pussy. Her elbows pressed against the back of the chaise as she leaned forward, instinctively jerking away from him.
‘Kissed’ might not be the right word. His lips pressed against her flesh but then he bit down, his teeth scraping over her skin. Was she still sore from the fire flogging? Because she definitely felt a little more tender there than usual. His tongue flicked out, licking her, and she squirmed, trying to get him closer to her pussy.
Instead, he moved to her other ass cheek, kissing her there too, teasing her with his mouth. She growled a little under her breath but stilled the moment she felt one wet fingertip pressing against the entrance of her asshole. Anticipation, arousal, and trepidation washed over her in equal measure.
Rather than immediately plunging in, his finger circled the tight hole, teasing the sensitive nerve endings there and Lisa whimpered. Her hips rocked, pushing back against him. Only then did his finger slide inside of her and she gasped, clenching down around him.
While it might have been a while since she’d had actual anal sex, she used toys regularly enough that the stretch felt more pleasant than uncomfortable, and her pussy spasmed in response.
It was breathtakingly intimate. Perversely erotic. Wonderfully filthy. Not something she wanted to do with just anyone. Not something she had expected to want to do with Master Elliott. If it had been her first spin, she might have reclaimed her hard limits.
His finger moved inside of her, slick and hot and probing. She was so glad it had been her third spin instead.
* * *
Elliott
Head hanging down, Lisa was panting for breath as Elliott stretched out the tight ring of her sphincter. Pulling far enough out that just the tip of his finger was inside of her, he added a second and she shuddered at the increased stretch. On his lap, his right hand finished opening up the plug. It was about as long as his fingers, but thicker around – not as thick or as long as his cock, which meant she’d still have to stretch even more to take him.
Moaning, she moved her hips with his fingers, shuddering. She adjusted very quickly though, her ass easily taking both digits. Which meant she was no stranger to anal play. Elliott’s cock, already hard, practically throbbed with interest. He’d be able to be a little rougher than he’d anticipated. He’d thought that her reluctance must have at least something to do with inexperience or maybe a slight aversion…
On the contrary, she was loving every second of his fingers and obviously craving more.
When he pulled his fingers out, she actually mewled in disappointment, her ass moving with him, trying to find them again. Elliott gave her ass a little smack.
“Hold still, Lovely Lisa, the plug is a little bigger than my fingers.”
Her head lifted and she turned to look at him over her shoulder, winking at him, eyes filled with lust. “Good.”
Elliott grinned. Well if it was like that… He quickly lubed the plug and pressed the tip to her ass, pushing it in fast enough that he felt a little resistance as it sank into her. The crinkled hole stretched, and she gasped, moving forward slightly… and then moaning and pushing her hips back again.
He fucked her with the plug, pushing it to the widest section and then pulling it back out again to the tip. Lisa moaned as her hips moved along with the motion of the plug and Elliott pressed his hand against his cock as he watched. The tiny hole was shiny with lube, easily opening for the plug.
So he pressed it all the way inside of her and she threw her head back when the widest part pushed past the tight ring of muscle guarding her entrance and settled against it from the inside.
“Fuck!”
Chuckling at her sexual frustration, Elliott stood and quickly slapped the
cuffs at the top of the chaise’s back around her wrists. That done, he grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over so that she was in a sitting position, leaning her upper body against the backrest, arms secured above her head. Her eyes were slightly glazed, cheeks flushed, breasts thrust toward him with hard nipples begging to be attended to.
Which was when the Dungeon Monitor swung by with the clamps and chain Elliott had requested. Perfect timing.
“Thank you,” he said, holding out his hand. Terry dropped them in, nodding before moving away to keep an eye on the rest of the proceedings.
Lisa blinked. “What are those for?”
Holding up two of the clamps, chains hanging from them until they connected to a single chain which hung even lower, a clamp dangling from its end, Elliott raised his eyebrows. “Do you want to take a guess?”
* * *
Lisa
No, she didn’t want to guess. She was pretty sure she already knew where they were going, she just wasn’t sure she liked the idea. This was supposed to be butt stuff, not nipple and clit torture. But Doms were also given a lot of leeway with what they did within a scene, and if she was being honest… she was kind of curious what the combination of sensations would feel like.
Her nipples pulsed, as if saying they were ready. The base of the plug in her ass was pressed against the seat, making her feel like the plug was burrowing deeper inside of her, and her muscles clenched around it. It all made her want to squirm and press her thighs together to relieve the ache on her pussy.
