by Grant, Livia
Many women were naked in the room, others wore fancy fetish gear, but Nalani was the only one whose dom thrust his large hands down the front of her dress, taking a few seconds to kneed her full breasts before pulling them up and out while pushing the fabric lower. The result was her boobs spilling over and out of her dress in an obscene display.
All things considered, she knew it was lame, yet the sudden flash of nudity was so unexpected, she threw her hands up to cover herself reflexively.
“Naughty girl. Time to start learning about my rules.”
Shane grabbed her wrists, and despite his censure, she loved that he’d lunged forward to hug her, capturing her arms behind her back as he peered into her eyes from just a few inches away.
“Rule number one, you never try to hide any part of your body from me. Ever. Every inch of you…” He paused before adding, “Inside and out—is mine. To admire. To showoff. To pleasure. And yes, to punish.”
With each added promise, her heart rate ratcheted up until she felt herself breathing heavily. She’d assumed he had finished. She was wrong.
“And that rule applies everywhere, not just here at Black Light. Upstairs in my bed… riding in a car… out in public at a restaurant. Understand?”
Her first thought was how exciting it would be to go anywhere with Shane Covington. How nerve-wracking it would be to be on his arm in public, being photographed with him. The thought of being picked apart by the tabloids scared her enough, but then she replayed what he’d said again in her head. He was going to show her breasts in public?
“Um… I don’t understand. Why would you show any part of me naked in public?”
“That’s a good question. The answer is complicated.”
“Okay.” She waited for him to explain, noticing he was trying to figure out what to say.
“I won’t make you go out in public naked.”
What a relief. She’d misunderstood.
“But I will make you go out in public with any number of sexy things going on others won’t be able to see… unless they look closely.”
Her mind raced to understand what he was saying, but it just wasn’t making sense. He must have seen her confusion.
“I don’t want to ruin it by telling you ahead since surprising you is half the fun, but… a couple examples might be me inserting a nice fat plug up your puckered ass, then taking you out to dinner. No one but you and I would know it was there, but I’ll be rock hard the entire night, watching you shifting uncomfortably in your chair, blushing as you have to ask me permission to use the bathroom.”
Holy shit, what? She hadn’t even got that image out of her mind before he painted an even scarier picture of her possible future.
“Another favorite you can definitely count on is me inserting a vibrating egg in your cunt, then locking you in a chastity belt. I’ll love using my remote control to turn it on and off intermittently while we’re out, watching you struggling not to let those around us know you’re on the edge, wanting to orgasm in the middle of a packed crowd.”
“Oh God…”
“Nope. Just sir.”
How could anyone with such a sexy grin have such a dirty mind? They’d barely spent any time together, but she already knew with certainty, he had already changed her. With each encounter, he’d shocked her, pushing her out of her comfort zone in the most unexpected ways. It would almost be easier if she didn’t like how he made her feel. Then she could just walk away. But more than being afraid of Shane, she found herself mostly afraid of learning deep, new things about herself.
“You ready?”
“For what?” His question confused her.
Shane didn’t answer immediately, looking pensive until he replied, “For more.”
Nalani wasn’t sure if she wanted him to be more specific. Did it matter? There was no way she was walking out, never to see Shane again, which gave her really only one option.
“Yes, sir. I’m ready.”
She hated how her voice quavered. She wasn’t even sure if he heard her over the driving beat of the music, but she suspected the sly smile on his face indicated he’d heard.
“Arms up.”
Okay, that was a weird command, but one she could follow, at least until he leaned forward to grab the hem of her short little-black-dress and began lifting it up and over her head. The leash tying them together got wrapped up in the fabric, having to pass through the neckline as he pulled her dress off, carelessly tossing it to the floor beside his chair.
It took all her effort not to reach to cover her still exposed breasts, protruding over her black bra. It made her feel more conspicuous than simply being braless would. She was grateful to be facing Shane and not outward, so everyone in the room would see her pebbled nipples.
“Now, I have questions. You have answers. Ready?”
His smile was gone, his voice gruff, the fast swing of his contrasting personalities confusing her—one minute, gentle and protective, the next, sharp and dangerous. Shane was a complex package, so different from his public pretty-boy persona the tabloids painted.
“Nalani, I asked you a question.”
“I’m sorry. Can you please repeat it?”
He yanked on the leash, bringing them only inches apart.
“What is it that’s scaring you the most about playing at Black Light?”
Literally, dozens of answers jumped in her brain, vying eagerly to be picked.
“I have to choose just one?”
She saw the small curve at the corner of his lips, and it relieved her.
“Let’s start with one, yes. Hopefully, we’ll have more time to explore the list in its entirety on other days.”
Whoa. Did he just insinuate this wasn’t just a one-night fling? Nalani refused to give that another thought. Men like Shane Covington changed women like most people changed their clothes.
Her mind raced, trying to hone in what scared her the most about being a participant rather than a spectator at Black Light.
“Pain. I don’t understand why some people crave it—either delivering or receiving it.”
The woman hanging from the ropes behind her chose that moment to fill the room with a blood-curdling scream. It was the kind of shriek, had they been at the mall, everyone would be calling 911.
Shane’s grin was back.
“I’m not a psychiatrist. I can’t explain why people love pain, but I know this. You just creamed your panties hearing her cry out, didn’t you, dirty girl?”
When she didn’t answer, Shane leaned closer, reaching out and clamping down hard on her pussy. Shame washed over her as she felt her own wetness as he ground his palm against her neglected clit.
“Don’t look now, but you’re soaking wet, kitten.”
His probing hands catapulted her to the brink of the orgasm she’d been missing since that afternoon… then they were gone. She was left hanging over the cliff, unable to fall into her pleasure. It took a few seconds for her to realize the hiss she’d heard had come from her.
“You have a yummy growl, kitten. Sorry, but you don’t get to purr quite yet. I need to introduce you to some pain first before you get any pleasure.”
Her heart rate doubled at his promise. How foolish she’d been to answer him honestly minutes before. She prayed he wouldn’t make her regret her answer.
“I think we should start out nice and simple, don’t you? When you think of receiving a punishment, what do you picture?”
“Why do you keep asking me these questions?” His question frustrated her.
“Because I love to watch you blush, embarrassed as you’re forced to admit, you have the same dirty thoughts I do. You’re just better at hiding them from yourself.”
She sincerely doubted that. Even in her wildest imagination, she could have never foreseen kneeling at the feet of Shane Covington, her tits out, talking about kinks.
“Close your eyes. I’ll tell you a little story.” He waited for her to comply before continuing. “I’m staying h
ere at the mansion, and I leave to go out to an appointment. While I’m out, you come into my room to clean, and you find the stack of BDSM magazines I’ve left out on the bedside table. Unable to resist, you pick up the top one and start flipping through it, enjoying the photos of the submissives tied in all kinds of nasty positions, on the receiving end of an endless number of punishment implements striping their milky skin. Any number of fat rods are shoved into all of their exposed holes while they cry beautifully for the camera.”
Holy shit. The man was a walking porn movie. Her brain ran amok, imagining the picture he’d painted for her.
“Boo.”
Nalani almost jumped out of her skin—she’d lost herself down the rabbit hole of Shane’s dirty imagination.
“Tell me. Now. What picture did your brain paint for your unfortunate submissive?” When she didn’t answer, he pressed her. “Don’t think about it too hard. Just spit it out.”
She refused to open her eyes and see his handsome face judging her as she blurted her answer.
“She’s tied down with her ass stuck up in the air, unable to escape.”
“Yes, she is. Is her wet pussy on display?”
Shit, he was barely touching her, but the dirty talk in her ear was feeding the X-rated fantasies she barely acknowledged were her own.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“How about her puckered asshole? Does it have anything shoved in it?”
“No!” she answered reflexively.
“Too bad… because watching tight holes be forced to stretch around huge shafts is one of my favorite turn-ons.”
They were just naughty words, but damn, they were powerful. Her body shuddered as her mind recreated his vision, her own pucker physically contracting from the visceral fantasy.
“The only thing better than stuffed bottoms are stuffed bottoms with bouncing asscheeks as they are punished with a heavy paddle, turning milky skin to splotchy, red and hot patches that will hurt all over again when I squeeze the punished skin in my hands as I plow my hard cock into the exposed, dripping wet pussy, begging to be fucked.”
She felt herself swaying on her knees, her body physically reacting to his indecent narrative. He was there to catch her, lifting her limp body onto his lap. She felt like putty as he manipulated her into a position her brain was not capable of conjuring on its own.
He didn’t have her sitting on his lap. She wasn’t even laid across his knees in a traditional over-the-knee position she associated with spankings. Instead, he contorted her until she was straddling his body in the chair, facing away from him and toward the club.
Was she just being paranoid, or was every set of eyes in the club watching Shane dominate her?
It was with mixed emotions she felt him pressing against the middle of her back hard enough, she started to fall forward. Nalani scrambled to hold on to his knees, trying to keep from face planting as Shane’s hands clamped down on her hips, holding her tight enough to at least keep her from toppling off his lap.
“Now, it’s time for me to unwrap my present.” His words were accompanied by the tear of the thin material of her panties. The only positive thing of the odd position was he at least couldn’t see her face blushing at the thought of Shane inspecting her now exposed privates.
The whole scene was surreal. Like it was happening to someone else. That was until probing fingers lightly toyed with her clit, teasing her while his words took her submission deeper.
“There it is. Such a beautiful little pucker you have. I can’t wait to watch my cock splitting you open here.” His fingers moved up, pressing against her bottom hole, slipping the tip of his finger inside, setting off what felt like a firecracker at her core.
“Ah, beautifully responsive. I can tell you want that, too. Don’t you, Nalani?”
Did he actually expect her to answer? The quick slap to her right asscheek told her the answer to that question was yes.
“No, sir.”
“Liar. I’ll have to punish you for that lie. Now, a bit of training. I prefer this position to traditional over the knee punishments for my submissives. I find it infinitely more intimate since it lets me watch carefully how your pussy and asshole are responding to your discipline, not to mention giving me a front-row seat to the damage being done by my punishment implement of choice. From now on, when I say, ‘assume the position,’ this is how I expect you to respond. Always naked, of course.”
She was relieved for once, he hadn’t asked her a question because she couldn’t have formulated words at that moment to save her life.
“Now, enough talk. Time for action. Hands on the floor in front of you. Lift your head up and look out across the room.” He waited for her to slowly comply with his instructions. “Do you see who’s over there, watching our every move? He’s near the pillar at the pool with his arms crossed, the angry scowl on his face.”
She didn’t need to follow directions to know who he was pointing out. Embarrassment flamed to her face, realizing her friend Elijah was indeed watching them intently.
“Tell me. Are you an anal virgin?”
His question was accompanied by a renewed pressure at the opening of her most private hole. The sensation of something puncturing her turned her answer, “Yes!” into a shout.
“I can tell. You’re so damn tight. I can’t wait to fuck you here,” he said innocently as he breached her pucker.
“Oh God, no. Please. not there.”
“You beg beautifully, Nalani. I can’t wait to hear you begging for so many things. Now, kitten, time to insert your tail.”
Tail? What the hell?
Cold wetness dribbled into the crevice of her exposed bottom. She felt his fingers massaging the wetness around her anal opening, popping in and out in quick insertions that felt strangely playful—until his fingers were replaced by something hard and cold. Her whole body tensed as the foreign object pressed for entry. Her brain scrambled, on overload as Shane’s dirty narration continued.
“I know how much kitties love their tails. Since this is your first time, I’m giving you the smallest plug I have with me in my bag.”
What was she supposed to say to that?
“Thank you?”
His chuckle behind her felt out of place with the hardness of the phallic being pressed into her body.
“Oh, stop! It’s too big! It hurts!”
But he didn’t stop, only pressed harder. The toy at her pucker got wider until she felt her body almost pop as the plug was sucked inside as if it were being welcomed home.
“I didn’t hear any colors leaving your mouth, Nalani. I’m gonna let you in on a secret—I love hearing you screaming at me to stop. If you tell me it hurts, I’m more likely to double down than I am to stop. It’s how my fucking twisted brain works. I stopped apologizing for it a long time ago, and I’m not always going to keep reminding you. But here. Tonight. Knowing how new you are to this, I’m going to remind you again, the only way to make me stop is to call out a color. Understand?”
Her brain fought to make sense of his words. Red. He was talking about safe words.
“What color are you, Nalani?”
He was cheating. The burn of her stretched hole screamed red, but the throb of her clit as he played with it hummed a big fat green.
“Confused….”
His chuckle had returned. “That’s not a color, although I’m somewhat familiar with the word. It means your body loves everything that’s happening, but your brain is fighting it.”
Damn him, he wasn’t wrong.
“Well, if you think you’re confused now, just wait until you see what’s coming next.”
His words excited her, filling her with equal parts of yearning and dread. It was a jumble of feelings she was beginning to recognize as the Shane Covington affect.
The plug in her ass didn’t hurt, just felt… weird. His fingers flicking across her clit, on the other hand, felt fucking great. She could feel her own wetness sliding down her inner thigh, she
was so turned on. His focused petting of her pussy felt like heaven until…
Holy hell! She heard the crack of leather against flesh a split second before feeling the fire lighting up her right ass cheek.
He’d struck her. With what she wasn’t entirely sure of, but it hadn’t been his hand. The blossom of pain radiated out from the initial impact. Had it been the only sensation of the moment, she’d have the word red on her tongue, but his probing fingers on her pussy distracted her.
“You’re so beautifully wet. You’re leaving quite the mess to clean up on this chair, young lady.”
Oh God, she really was the one making the mess with body fluids this time, wasn’t she? She was just getting her head wrapped around that idea when the burn began on her left globe. She gasped, caught off-guard again by the pain.
She was a novice, yet she instinctively knew he wasn’t giving her love taps—at least she hoped not since her backside burned from just two swats. What must it feel like to be truly punished like some of the submissives she’d viewed from the shadows of the club?
“Tell me, Nalani. Do you want to come tonight?”
That was a rhetorical question, right? His teasing fingers in her folds were just hard enough to make her feel crazed with need. She had started humping her hips up and down in an attempt to increase the too-light friction.
“Oh, yes, sir. Please.”
“Orgasms come at a price with me, kitten. I don’t like to hand them out easily. I find a horny kitten, desperate for some attention on her pussy, is one of my favorite turn-ons. What are you going to give me in exchange for letting you come so quickly?”
Her brain was addled, overwhelmed by the stimulations—both mental and physical. She couldn’t form words, but it didn’t stop Shane.
“I’ll tell you what. Since we’re still getting to know each other, I’ll make an exception and help you get off, but you’ll have to agree to help me do the same. Sound good?”
“Hell, yes.” She couldn’t wait to have him fuck her from behind. All of this slow foreplay had her hornier than she’d ever been in her entire life.
