“I…here…but people…”
“You like the idea. I can feel it.”
“You don’t mind the…the exhibition aspect…” Vianne groaned and looked down to see the tiny clamp on her nipple, his fingers teasing the other one to a taut peak before attaching another.
“I think you’re discovering that the arousal overrides all the people that might look on,” Tanner entertained himself caressing her from shoulders to crotch, as far as his hands could reach. Soft, fragrant flesh bared for him to explore, no hindrances, nothing to interrupt him. Except his own cock.
Abruptly the words he spoke brought the moment back to her. Voices mixed with the sounds of others having sex; or others being aroused in so many ways, yelling, screaming, laughing. Until she felt his fingers stroking her clit, sliding beneath the gold piece and pressing down while his fingers continued down the damp cleft to slide inside her. First one and then another, thrusting slowly, steadily.
“Stop thinking, Vianne,” Tanner bit the soft hollow of her throat. “Why did you leave Emma?”
In the middle of the haze his touch was creating, she heard the question and frowned. Talk, she told herself in the middle of a low moan.
“To look around…I wanted to see and your friends…she told me some hadn’t seen you for a while…”
“What else did she tell you?”
“That you’d been friends with Master Jeremy and the others for a long time. I don’t think they understood when you stopped coming around the club. She told me about a club in San Francisco…” the words came rushing out as Vianne gripped the plastic bar with her hands and tried pushing her pussy closer to his fingers.
“Ah-ah-ah…so tell me what you saw, pet? Did it excite you? I’ll have to walk you through the whole club and see what you find interesting,” Tanner teased, drawing his fingers up her center to cup her breasts. “Did you watch people having sex?”
“Yes…please…sir…”
“Please what, pet?” He ran his tongue around her ear before biting down. “Do you want to come, Vianne?”
“Oh, god…yes…it all feels so good…”
“And if I tell you not to?”
A groan was her immediate response. “How will I be punished?”
His laugh flowed freely, his teeth nibbling along her shoulder.
“Weighing the odds, pet? Maybe I should change my idea and see how many times I can make you come…in front of people walking past…” another groan broke from her lips when his fingers dipped inside her, his other hand holding her firmly against his cock. “I swear…I’ve never felt this hard in my life…”
Abruptly the warmth and sensual feel of his body was gone. No stroking. No touches and maybe a little sense of relief. She could see people in the mirrors, walking past, watching; some staring; occasionally one stopped to talk to Tanner. She stiffened when the chains began moving and she was lowered. Then she thought about scenes she’d observed; people she’d watched and felt embarrassed and excited at the same time.
Then everything went dark, her chest heaving at the shock.
“Relax, Vianne,” Tanner put his hands on her waist, holding her steady.
“I…I can’t see…”
“I blindfolded you. Now all you can do is feel, pet. And I want to see you coming for me and with me,” he told her, moving around in front of her and drawing one nipple between his lips. “First we’ll take the edge off for you…”
She wasn’t sure what was happening when the vibrations over her clit increased. His mouth moved over hers and his fingers slipped between the thick, swollen lips. They glided easily inside her, over and over and it wasn’t two minutes before he ended the kiss and her climax ripped through her. All the pent up tension from the evening seemed to meet and burst outward.
Tanner had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. Color seemed to infuse her body and he tapped on the remote, shutting down the vibrations. Very slowly, her body surrendered to all the tremors and convulsions, the stiffness gone along with her concern that people were watching them. Some cheered; some clapped. Others complimented him on a beautiful sub as he quickly unbuckled her ankles.
“Easy, baby…” Tanner released one wrist, chuckling as she wrapped it around his neck.
“I’ll get even,” she murmured against his throat as he lifted her against him.
Tanner carried her to one of the empty, large U-shaped cushioned areas they’d designed just for after care.
“Thinking like that only gets you in trouble,” he teased, wrapping her in a warm, soft sheet and pulling a bottle of water from his pack. He pressed it into her hands before going back to the area and cleaning up.
Vianne watched people around her, sipping from the water and grateful for it. She had no idea how she got so thirsty and only remembered part of the conversation they’d had. Her fingers flexed and she laid her head against the soft cushions, just staring at her husband. Part of her was still processing what Emma had told her about him. Part of her felt bad that she’d been so distracted, so caught up in being a journalist that she’d locked him out. Or maybe the years in between had to be for them to be now.
“Now that is an awful lot of thinking going on there,” Tanner sat beside her and tried pulling her onto his lap. He frowned when she resisted. “Vianne?”
He jumped when she ran her palm over his crotch.
“I was thinking about you,” she answered honestly, sitting up and letting the sheet fall to her lap. He’d removed the clamps and she thought it was insane how much it hurt as blood flooded back into her nipples. Now they were a pretty shade of deep red, pert and wrinkled.
“What did you think of your first display?”
“I was scared,” she admitted softly, scowling when he removed her palm from his lap. “No touching without permission? Sir?”
“Exactly. What were you frightened of?”
“I…it’s simply not something…it’s not normal. It felt like being the film strip part of a scenario for others to watch,” she found words to explain her feelings. “Then it was exciting…and it all mixed together…then I really didn’t think much at all,” she admitted with a long sigh, her arms crossing in front of her and pulling the covering around her shoulders.
“I want to walk around with you,” Tanner said quietly, his fingers soft as they ran down the side of her face. “I want to see the excitement on your face when something arouses you. I want to give you all that excitement, Vianne.”
She was still considering this when he adjusted them, tipping her face up.
“All the things I’m used to talking about,” she began slowly. “But sex…no one ever wanted to talk about it…just…”
“Do it and get it over with?” Tanner guessed with a laugh. “Most don’t understand the dynamics in a Dom/sub relationship, either. They believe it’s all about power, control and pain. Your entire body has thousands of nerve endings to be aroused and brought to life. Why not use them to please us?”
He set her on the cushions and lifted the flimsy excuse for an outfit.
Vianne looked up, and then looked around her. She didn’t know where the hesitancy came from after what he’d just put her through. But she instantly saw the sharp, stern expression in his eyes that she was thinking it over.
Nodding to herself, she dropped the soft sheet and stood up, letting him help her adjust the skirt and then he tied the ribbons behind her head for the bandeau.
His silence bothered her as they walked slowly through the wide corridors, standing for a while in the arched doorways of the various theme rooms. Just watching. Some scenes made her look away. The striking, the marks left brought too many bad memories to her. Some scenes held her fascinated, watching the emotions that crashed together on the faces of the men and women involved.
Tanner stood quietly behind her, his palms on her waist and lips moving next to her ear. He could feel her body heat; he could almost hear her heart thumping. At the same time, he knew the scenes that d
isturbed her and somehow, innately, knew the things and places she’d been through her life were the cause of the fear and revulsion that she worked hard to keep inside her.
“I want that…from you, pet,” he whispered as he drew his tongue around her ear. He wasn’t surprised when the breath she was drawing in caught and held for a long minute. “Here and now,” he concluded when she’d drawn in another breath. He led her to an empty space, dropped his pack and sat down in the comfortable, old-fashioned cushioned chair.
Like the other space, this one had mirrors making up two adjourning sides and the chair faced the mirrors. Tanner felt her heart quicken when she stroked moisture around her lips, her eyes still on the couple in the next space.
Vianne moved to stand in front of him, gracefully dropping to her knees on the thick pillow he’d placed there for her. She couldn’t remember the last time her hands had shaken so much as she reached for the button at the front of his jeans. She couldn’t help not looking at him, peering up at him through thick, pale lashes that seemed to glow in the dim lighting.
He’d grown up so strong, so confident and yet at times when they laughed and played, she saw the young man’s eyes sparkling back at her. The winsome, hopeful youth who believed there was a way to fix and help people he didn’t even know. Just to make things right. The fact that he hadn’t lost that side of him on his journey sent a spark through her that she’d never felt before. It wasn’t physical, although she was positive the organ called her heart ached at the thought of not being with him. In every aspect of his life.
She drew her hand along the hard length of him, the rasping sound of her palm against his jeans only part of the erotic feelings that drifted through the air around them. Of all the sounds, of all the voices and words, the one that struck into her heart was the low, needy groan from the man in front of her. This was pleasing him, she realized. This was vital and a big part of the erotic arousal she’d never known could sweep through her so quickly, so strongly.
Before she could do more than lower the zipper on his jeans, Tanner shoved his fingers into her hair and firmly lifted her head. With his eyes, he gestured to the cushioned footstool at his left.
Vianne placed her palms on his thighs and rose to stand before him. She moved to his side, kneeling on the cushion and bending over the wide arm. It was the perfect height for his hand to slide beneath the sheer fabric and caress her ass. While her fingers worked the zipper down on his jeans, candles flickered in the mirror, her actions reflected around her.
She carefully eased the fabric out of the way and wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroking firmly from the blunt tip to the base. She allowed her gaze to really look at him, her thumbs stroking gently over the split part at the ridge. His reaction made her smile. His sweet spot, she thought, her tongue stroked heavily where her thumbs were seconds earlier.
The instant she leaned forward, laying on the arm of the chair, the vibrations began against her clit. Her groan was low and sent tremors through the thick shaft she’d taken into her mouth. Vianne used both hands to explore him, soft gentle caresses tracing the thick veins; down to the taut sacs that pulled a little more with each flick of her tongue. She backed up just enough to use her tongue on the heavy ridge at the head, swirling and flicking; tasting the drops of fluid seeping free.
A shudder of heat raced through her when his hand left her ass and slipped inside the bandeau to cup one breast, tweaking the already sensitive nipple and making her throat open just a little more with the healthy gasp for air.
His right hand rose and cupped the back of her head. Mostly to steady his hands from gripping the arm of the chair. The sensations she was creating began to crash through him, despite the control he had long cultivated over his own body. Despite the control he had long maintained. He blamed those glorious green eyes peering up at him and holding a mixture of innocence and seductive imp. And he knew just how to change that expression and distract himself.
Vianne thought she was doing well. She had a little control back, despite the fact that she was wet as a Seattle rainstorm and every bit of her burned for release. Again. Tanner had brought such power to their sensuality that she had a hard time thinking around him at times.
He had shifted slightly in the chair, tipping himself toward her direction. Just when he felt the edge slipping away, he pulled his hand from the arm of the chair and found its way beneath the fabric of the skirt. With unerring accuracy, his fingers went straight to the heat between her thighs, stroking and pressing until she lost her focus on his cock.
Her tongue missed a stroke; the suction she was using to drive him mad slipped just a little and the delicate fingers pumping on his cock tightened and held. He was fairly certain she wasn’t breathing for a moment or two. But then his plan backfired.
Tanner realized he hadn’t counted on the erotic sounds and heat scorching his fingers when Vianne’s orgasm burst free. His fingers were gripped inside her convulsing pussy while her mouth clamped down on his cock with a suction that made his eyes cross. His control went to zero without asking permission.
Vianne knew she might have bit him. Just a little. She also worried her fingers might have been too tight around the thick base of his cock when the starbursts of white light split her senses. Her mouth sunk further along his shaft, drinking him in and suckling deeply. She felt him throb, pulsing bursts striking inside her mouth and making her groan around him, the fading ripples of her own orgasm making her want to melt into him and not let the world register around her.
Oh, my god! Vianne gasped and jerked her body upright. She’d just given her husband a blow-job in the middle of a bustling club! Her hands gripped the arm of the chair and her eyes flew to Tanner’s. The look on his face chased all the anxiety away. There was so much love there she couldn’t make herself think of the people around them or the murmurs of erotic appreciation for what they’d watched.
Tanner did up his jeans and took her hand, tugging until she came to stand before him. But he didn’t let her slide onto his lap, instead, having her face him and slide a knee on either side of his thighs. His hands went to her behind, pulling her close. He was about to open his mouth when she placed her palm over his lips, her head shaking slowly.
“I love you,” she whispered softly, leaning her forehead against his. “I don’t know how I…I’m glad we’re together. I had no idea…being at a loss for words is so new to me. I had no idea I could feel so free talking about sex. I had no idea I could be so excited and orgasm from your touch…no one has ever cared enough, I guess, to take the time and when we’re together that seems so amazing and so very special to me and I’ve never been so turned on and so embarrassed at the same time,” she whispered before brushing his mouth with hers. “Thank you, sir.”
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him and letting one hand stroke over her head. His heart was thumping out of control at the sweet, genuine words she gave him.
“I love you, Vianne.” His palm stroked gently up and down her spine. “Lord, I love you so much. You take my breath away and I wait to wake up and find myself praying so damn hard that I’m not dreaming.”
Vianne gave him a soft smile, her hand up and touching the collar at her throat and then held up the finger with the ring he’d placed there.
“I think between these two, you’re pretty much stuck with me.” God, she loved it when his eyes lit up and that sexy, beguiling grin creased his lips. “The female population will simply have to lament the fact that you’re taken…Sir,” she concluded with a teasing wink.
“I think I should take you to the restaurant and have a quiet dinner,” Tanner lifted her carefully to her feet and stood up, adjusting his jeans and tucking the T-shirt back inside the waist band. “Maybe you can tell me what really had you doing the little impromptu happy dance a few hours ago.”
“I think I found another piece of the puzzle. But I need to…” she stopped in the corridor. “Can I meet you there in a few minutes? Pleas
e?”
“There’s a reason I can’t be with you?”
“I don’t want to scare my source,” she answered, slightly dubious as she chewed on the corner of her lip.
“You’re safe enough here,” he nodded. “You remember the safe word, if anyone brothers you beyond what you can handle?”
“Yes, Sir, red,” she answered with an almost automatic gesture. “Don’t look Dom’s in the eyes and mind my manners.”
“You have exemplary manners, pet,” Tanner pulled her against the wall, one palm beneath her chin. He tipped her head back for his kiss. “But this environment and the protocols involved here are new to you. Although, the way your pulse skips a few beats when you see someone being spanked, definitely has me wanting to explore…and now and then your defiance does break free from your control,” he kissed her again, grinning at the fire of arousal in her eyes. “I’ll be in the restaurant waiting for you.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she answered, teasingly meek as he walked off chuckling to himself. She turned and moved quickly though the people, careful to keep her gaze lowered. She kept reminding herself she was a participant here, not a journalist and that was still messing with her mind just a little.
But damned if her body didn’t feel good with the whole idea.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Vianne was still working on the wording of her question when she approached the small, very warm cubicle. The masseuse stood leaning against the table, a magazine in his hands.
He looked up at her and offered a warm smile.
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