by Grant, Livia
She narrowed her eyes but clamped her mouth shut.
“See. Such a good girl.” He winked and brought his mouth to her pussy.
Her hips shot off the bench when he licked her clit. She hadn’t been expecting such a heated touch yet. He pinned her hips down with both of his hands and continued to lick and lash at her pussy with his tongue.
“Fuck,” she moaned.
He pulled up.
“No. You don’t get to talk. Now I have to punish you,” he chastised with too happy a smile on his face to give her the impression he was anywhere near disappointed.
His nails dug into her thighs, sending the sweetest burn she’d felt all night through her body. Dragging his fingers across her skin, he continued down her legs to her ass cheeks. Instinctively, she clenched them, but he wouldn’t be denied. Prying her cheeks apart, he looked up the length of her.
“Big fan of anal?” he asked stoically.
She swallowed. Truth or lie? Which was the right answer. What did he really want?
“Quinn, a lie right now would end very badly for you.” His tone dropped to sincere proportions. There would be no funishments with him.
“Not a huge fan, no.” She decided on truth. Maybe he wouldn’t go there if he knew she wasn’t an anal girl. “Oh, crap! I’m sorry.” Realizing she hadn’t used the rattle, she gave it two hard shakes.
“Nice save,” he laughed. He stuck his middle finger in his mouth, dragging it out from between his lips. “This is enough lubrication for my bad girl.”
“What? No, wait.” She started to sit up, but his fierce stare put her right back down. She wasn’t supposed to be talking.
“Unless you’re calling your safe word, use your rattle,” he instructed, finger touching her asshole.
She clenched her teeth and her ass.
“Soft or hard, my finger’s going in. How much it hurts is entirely up to you.” He gave her a millisecond to decide how to play it before thrusting his finger fully inside her.
She cried out with the invasion. He twisted his finger and bent it at the knuckle, feeling her out, stretching her just before working a second finger inside.
“No.” She shook the rattle hard, eliciting a chuckle from him.
“Baby girl doesn’t like my fingers in her asshole?”
She snapped her teeth at him and shook the fucking toy with more fervor.
“Temper, temper,” he chided and thrust his fingers inside her faster, harder. She raised her hips from the table, but he was one step ahead of her. Bringing his arm across her pelvis, he pinned her down while increasing the discomfort in her ass. He spread his fingers, sending a new heat through her body.
“Bet if I do this, you’ll calm down.” He lowered his mouth over her pussy again, slowly dragging his tongue up through her folds, and flicked her clit.
Her eyes widened with the new sensation. The sweet torture of his tongue mixed with the burning stretch in her bottom brought her right to the brink.
He sucked her clit between his teeth while working his fingers in and out of her tight hole.
If he kept this up, she wouldn’t last, wouldn’t be able to tell him when she was close.
The rattle.
She shook it.
“Please, Daddy!” she cried out, still trying to move her hips upward.
He shook his head, without leaving her pussy, running his tongue over and under and on top of her clit.
“Oh!” She moved her hand between her legs, shaking it right above his head.
“Not yet, Quinn,” he ordered and pressed harder on her pelvis.
His tongue dipped inside her pussy, and she let go. Her entire body tensed and shook and rattled as an orgasm ripped through her. Hard and fast. She screamed with each new wave. There was no crawling back from it; she was fully inside the tsunami of sensations.
She dropped the rattle to the floor and leaned back, dragging in long breaths. He didn’t break stride; his fingers continued to pump into her ass.
“Did you just come?” It was an accusation.
“I didn’t mean to,” she said between breaths. It was the truth. There had been no stopping it. His tongue had hit the switch, giving her no chance at controlling it.
“Well.” He rose to his feet, pulling his fingers from her and releasing her hips. “Remember what I said?”
She thought a moment. Oh, yeah.
“I get more orgasms.” She’d just won the lottery. Maybe she wouldn’t get a spanking from him, but she’d go home completely sated from coming.
He chuckled. “You’ve really never been with a man who kept you under his control for longer than a spanking, have you?”
“What’s that mean?”
“It means you think you’re about to get a prize.” He walked over to his play bag and dug out another vibrator. The damn thing looked industrial grade. The little vibrating dildo she had at home did the job just fine, but his looked ready to inflict some serious damage. Instead of a dildo shape, this thing had a wand appearance. She’d seen them in porn flicks. He wasn’t messing around.
She leaned up on her elbows again. “I’m not?”
He stood at the foot of the table again, between her legs, grabbed hold of the diaper, and yanked it out from beneath her ass, dropping it to the floor with the discarded rattle.
“No, baby girl. You’re not.” He winked.
Chapter 7
Jack
She had no idea what was coming her way, and Jack loved every second of it. Whatever men she’d been playing with had been catering to her wants and not diving an inch deeper to find out her needs.
He didn’t play that game. After tonight she could play her dial-a-dom game if she wanted to scratch her spanking itch, but right now, while he had her beneath his power, he was going to drag out every moment. She would get everything she needed.
“Sit up.” He tapped her shoulder and hopped up on the table sitting behind her. What he was about to put her through would probably make her want to jump off, and he couldn’t have that. It might be easier to grab some binds and tie her down, but he liked the feel of her against him.
Had any of the men she played with had the pleasure of her true submission? Had they felt her tremble beneath their touch? Had they enjoyed the sounds she made when she fought against herself and lost? Had they witnessed the harshness of her gorgeous green eyes dissolve into a puddle of warm arousal?
“It’s your fault, you know,” she said once he was seated behind her with her back pressed against his chest.
“How so?” he asked, curious as to how she could turn the tables.
“I’ve never had… well… what you were doing done. I couldn’t stop it. It just happened.” She shrugged, looking up at him by tilting her head back all the way.
“What was I doing?” he asked.
“You know.”
He laughed. “Yeah, I do, but I want you to say it. What was I doing that made you come so hard and so fast for me that you couldn’t obey my order of waiting?”
Quinn groaned; the vibrations of the noise danced against his chest.
“You had your fingers in my ass. No one’s ever done that before.” She looked away and shrugged.
“Have you ever been forced to orgasm over and over again even after you’ve pleaded to stop?” He wrapped his arm around her stomach, the tip of the vibrator dangling near her cunt.
A slight hesitation before giving her answer. “No.”
“Then, for your sake, let’s hope new experiences help you come fast all the time. Because you’re not getting off this table until you’ve given me three more orgasms.”
“You want me to use my rattle again?”
Little brat. She really thought this was going to be easy.
“You dropped it on the floor. This punishment is for big girls anyway. Now… any last words?” He flipped the switch on the side of the vibrator, bringing it to life.
Her body shook with her laughter.
“Sure, make me co
me.” She snapped her fingers.
“Your mouth gives you away. You’re nervous,” he whispered into her ear, inhaling the sweet lavender scent of her hair.
“Pfft!” She lowered her chin and stared straight ahead of them. Scenes continued to play out all around them. He’d blocked them all out until that moment. Several of the onlookers were focused on them.
Excellent.
“See all those people at the tables? The ones who don’t get to play tonight? They’re watching you, Quinn. They’ve watched you wearing a diaper, being facefucked with a bib around your neck. They’ve seen your asshole stretched and fucked with my fingers. They’ve heard you call me Daddy and seen you drink water from a baby bottle.” He ran his tongue along the shell of her ear. “And now they are going to watch you come for me. Three times, baby. No begging will work, but I bet they’d love to hear it.”
Her body tensed against him. She must have forgotten the audience as well.
“Showtime.” He brought the vibrator to her pussy and his heart sang when she jolted at the first sensations.
“Not so bad,” she said at first, but he wasn’t done yet.
“Barely started.” He pressed the vibrator harder to her clit and rubbed her with it. She gripped his knees. There was no escaping it, her body would chase after the pleasure, and all she would be able to do was try to stay on the ride.
“Oh. Fuck.” She gasped when he turned the vibrations up one notch.
“Good girl. Come on, come for us. Come for all of us,” he said, reminding her again of the onlookers.
Her head bumped his chin, and her body pressed harder back against him. The tension in her thighs increasing.
So close.
He leaned down, biting on her earlobe, giving her the little zing of pain she craved.
And fireworks happened.
Her body bowed outward, her feet curled, and she let loose a scream as her first orgasm hit, but he didn’t relent, didn’t slow down for her to enjoy the ride. He increased the vibrations, grinning when she cried out.
“No. Wait.” She tried to twist away from him, but this wasn’t his first rodeo. He swung his legs over hers and pinned her with her legs open. He tightened his arm around her torso.
“Two more,” he said and went up on the power one more notch.
“Oh fuck!” She started to bend forward, but he held her tight. “I can’t!” she whined, but it was bullshit. She could and she would.
She’d be close, teetering on the edge, fighting what her body wanted to do but he wouldn’t let her stay there for long.
He bit down on the soft spot behind her ear and pumped the vibrator over her clit.
“Oh! Jack! Jack! Oh God!” she screamed while her entire body went rigid.
“One more, baby,” he laughed in her ear.
“No. Please.” She gasped for breath, but he wasn’t done. Would he ever be done with her?
“Sorry, baby, I never go back on my word.” He took the vibrator off her clit, giving her only a brief reprieve as he held it up to her face. “Only two more clicks until we’re at full strength.” He thumbed the dial so she could see how close she was to having the toy on high.
“Oh God. No. Please.” She wiggled in his grasp. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen. I’m sorry.” She twisted enough for him to see her tear-filled eyes.
“But you wanted pain. I’m giving it to you.” He ran his tongue along her cheekbone, snagging a fallen tear.
“Not like this.” She kicked her legs out as though there was any chance she’d get free of his grasp. He didn’t win the college state championship in his wrestling weight class three years in a row without being able to keep an adversary locked in position.
“Then, next time don’t be naughty,” he whispered into her ear, slamming his leg over hers to keep her still, and placed the vibrator directly on her clit.
She screamed and bowed her body, but he didn’t relent. He twisted and rolled and ran it over her sex while she squirmed and cried from the intense pleasure being forced onto her.
“I can’t!” she pleaded, but her thighs were trembling. “I can’t. Please.” Quinn grabbed at his arm, but she moaned.
“Almost,” he whispered. “Come on, baby, give me one more. Be a good girl for me. You can do it. You can come for me, can’t you? Imagine next time, with my tongue all over your pussy, eating you and licking you until you’re at the very edge. Imagine my cock thrusting into you, fucking you so hard you have to hold onto something to keep from falling. Think about it.”
“Oh fuck!” Her nails dug into his forearm.
So fucking close.
“Think about me flipping you onto your stomach, spanking your ass so hard you cry. Imagine the heat, the sting and then spreading your ass cheeks and riding you straight into an orgasm.” Fuck. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to lose himself in the images he created.
“Jack. Please,” she begged. He cupped her breast in his free hand and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her body melted into him when he twisted hard.
“Imagine the bite of clamps on these pretty nipples. Or better… my teeth.” He pinched hard, drawing out another cry from her. She made the sweetest sounds when she cried; he wouldn’t mind hearing her every night.
“Come for me, Quinn.” He flicked the strength up to the last notch. Again, her hips bolted upward. “Be my sweet girl.” He kissed her temple. “Do it for me.” He pulled her nipple downward, twisting it as he repositioned the vibrator head and pushed hard against her clit.
“Fuuuuuccck!” she screamed, bucking her hips upward and smacking her palm into his arm. She was unglued.
And gorgeous.
He slowed the vibrations click by click until they were at the lower level before turning off the vibrator. She collapsed against him; her legs hung off the sides of the table, as did her arms. She’d been reduced to a wet noodle.
Meanwhile, his cock was hard as hell again.
Jack tucked the vibrator behind him and wrapped both arms around Quinn, holding her tightly to his chest as he gently rocked her. Her head lay in the crook of his elbow as she took deep breaths.
He kissed the top of her head and squeezed her tight.
“You okay?” he asked while glaring toward the pool area. All the splashing and party going on out there poured into the play areas.
Quinn stirred in his arms and turned to her side, resting her head on his lap and curling her legs up to her chest.
“I just need a minute,” she said with her eyes closed. He brushed her hair from her face and continued to stroke her hair while she settled down. Playing with humiliation and forced orgasms all night had taken its toll on her.
“Take all the time you need.” He readjusted his position to take some pressure off his back and still support for her head.
Jack waved over a DM walking by. “Can I get a blanket?”
They’d sit there all night if necessary. Whatever she needed, he’d give to her.
A quick glance at his watch made his heart stammer in his chest. Their night was half over. How was he supposed to say goodbye to her after such an intense evening?
He’d been looking to let off a little steam, but Quinn had given him so much more. She’d given him a piece of herself, and he wasn’t ready to give it back.
Chapter 8
Quinn
“I think I can get up now,” Quinn pushed up from his lap and sat beside him on the table. She pushed the hair from her face and dragged in a long breath.
“You okay?” Jack asked, running his hand in circles on her back.
“Yeah. Just needed to catch my breath,” she said. Four orgasms back to back could take a lot out of a girl. The most she’d ever achieved had been two up until Jack got his hands on her.
“We still have time. I think maybe we should spin something else.” He hopped off the table and stood in front of her, his hands cupping her knees. A simple touch, but it seeped into her the way a warm blanket covering he
r shivering form could.
“I’m game.” She wiggled off the table and started to search for her clothes.
“What are you looking for?” he asked.
“My clothes.”
“Oh. Yeah, you don’t need those.” He swiped the pile from the floor and tossed it into his bag. Since she was bound to be naked for the next scene anyway, she didn’t waste energy arguing with him.
While he packed up his toys, she wiped down the table and folded the blanket. Jack gave her a wink when he took it from her and placed it inside his bag.
“To the wheel.” He pointed in the direction of the theater and waiting roulette wheel and picked up her hand. He led her through the room, weaving around scenes still unfolding, in silence.
“Ready to go again?” Madison held out the little white ball.
Quinn took another look at Jack and nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go again.” She took the ball and held it over the wheel while Madison gave it a spin.
“Make sure you aim right,” Jack teased from behind her. His hand rested on her hip.
She couldn’t make out any of the activities, so she simply let the ball loose and watched it bounce around the wheel before settling in the groove. Around and around it went until if finally slowed enough for the ball to find a home.
“Breast Torture!” Madison called out with glee. The woman really needed to tone down the cheerfulness, but Quinn just smiled in response.
“I think I can manage this fine, you?” Jack nudged Quinn’s shoulder.
“I can handle it.” She turned to face him.
“Perfect. Uh…” he thought back to the open play spaces then snapped his fingers. “I remember seeing a whipping post open. Let’s go.” He snagged her hand again, lacing his fingers with hers and tugged her from the stage.
“We need a post?” She asked half giggling. The heavy stress of the last months had been weighing her down to the point of suffocation when she’d shown up at the club that night, but as Jack led her back into the play areas she walked lighter.
“Oh, yeah, we do.” He assured her as they approached the space. “One sec.” He dropped her hand and squatted with his bag to dig around. He put her clothes next to the toy bag then continued searching, finally standing back up with a proud smile. He had two coils of hemp rope in his hands.
