by Erika Masten
“Who is watching me?” She couldn’t see the area behind her and she didn’t have the guts to ask him if Rio watched.
“Everyone.” With a final smack to her ass, Gabe strode from the platform, leaving her body on fire and pulsating with the music. Just the way the patrons liked it.
Emerson bucked and swayed her hips to the beat of the music as the image of Rio standing behind her, staring at her, burned into her brain. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d seen her naked butt in the club, but it was the first time she’d gone to the cage to be chained. From everything she’d heard, that’s how he liked his submissives. Chained and helpless…
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Rio watched the mysterious Em’s slender body sway with the music, her pale skin glowing in the ultraviolet lighting. His pulse pounded through his veins to the same tempo, and his dick pressed against his zipper so tight he thought he’d probably end up with a permanent imprint.
His fingers itched to trace the curved lines of her back, feel her sleek skin against his own. There were so many things he could do to her in that position, all designed to maximize her pleasure and feed on the energy of the crowd. If she were his, he would keep her like that as often as possible—on edge, ready.
For weeks he’d watched her grow downright daring, noting the clothes she wore to the play stations she visited, and how she finally allowed herself to be restrained in performance. Several times she’d caught him, and he could have sworn desire and something more had flared in her gaze—the same arousal he experienced every time he caught sight of her.
It was a shame he couldn’t see her luminous eyes right now, although his imagination could envision them quite well. Slightly parted lips and flushed skin topped off with a look of longing not even he could deny. With each slow roll of her hips and tug on the cuffs at her wrists, his mouth watered and more blood rushed to his groin. She looked hot on display—every man in the place watched her with obvious lust in their eyes and thoughts in their heads of what they’d like to do to her.
Mine.
She threw her head back, arching her neck, and thrust her breasts toward the crowd. Fuck, the woman would have him crazed with longing before this little show was over. In that moment, he longed to stand behind her, feel between her legs, and see for himself just how wet she’d become. To whisper in her ear how he ached to fuck her. But he wouldn’t do it, not before she begged.
What about her drew him so much? He’d heard through talk about her age, which made him uncomfortable and had been one of the main reasons he’d avoided talking to her. His needs ran dark, and from his past actions he’d learned the inexperienced weren’t likely to fulfill them. Now, watching her stand there bound and open, he wondered if he’d been too hasty in his assessment.
From this view he could no longer see her hiding behind her mask. He ached to see more of her like this, free and naked, waiting for him.
Yeah, he had it bad when it came to Em, the secretive little minx who riled everyone up without even realizing it. Something tugged at the edge of his conscious as he surveyed the scene. Gabe stood not far from the stage, keeping vigil over her, probably dying to get a piece of her for himself.
So with all the interested players and her willingness to put herself out there, why the mask? What could she possibly be hiding that couldn’t be revealed here? Purgatory was all about being yourself, free to be who you needed to be. Not to mention taking the opportunity to indulge in some fantasies, no matter how forbidden.
Time was ticking and his patience would only hold out so long. Soon he would have to find out.
Chapter Two
Twenty minutes later, Gabe returned and helped her down from the stage. Her legs and arms shook, and her pussy and nipples ached for attention. The fantasies she’d indulged in with the crowd watching left her ready to beg if she had to.
They crossed straight to the bar where Katie sat at one of the cocktail tables, waiting with a bottle of water.
“I’ve got her, Gabe, thanks.”
“You sure? She’s shaking pretty bad. She needs—”
“I’ve got her. Besides, you’ve got a club to close.” Katie helped her to the chair and handed her the water. “Drink.”
Em took the offered bottle and placed it to her lips, focusing on the cool water sliding down her throat and not the throbbing between her legs.
“You really get into that being on display thing, don’t you?” Katie asked.
Emerson felt the heat creeping up her neck and onto her cheeks, but she wasn’t really embarrassed. How could she be when her blood flamed with arousal and her head spun from the attention?
“Yeah, I guess so.” She panted. “I didn’t know—didn’t know it would be that intense.”
“You’ve had Rio on the brain all night and that little trip pushed you over the edge.”
Katie kept talking, but Emerson zoned her out, only thinking about hot hands on her ass, which she could swear she still felt. The music had stopped for a few minutes while the announcement of the club closing was made, but now it had returned and while the volume was lower it still held a driving, rhythmic beat that pulsed to her clit.
What would Rio say if she bent over this table and begged him to fuck her right here, right now?
“Are you even listening to me, Em?” Katie’s voice pierced her wildly running thoughts with her stern tone.
“I can’t stop…the music…the atmosphere.”
“It’s called subspace, Em, and you’ve lost your own ability to control the moment.”
“I need to—God, I don’t know what the hell I need.”
“Yes, you do. You need to fuck, to get off, and right now you don’t even care with whom.”
“Rio.”
“Isn’t here right now, and I’m not going to let you face him or the coming party like this.”
Emerson laid her forehead down on the table and gulped for breath. The room needed to quit spinning.
“Em, do you trust me?”
“Of course I trust you.”
“Enough to let me help you so you can recover?”
“Anything, please…” Soft fingers caressed her neck and massaged her shoulders. Katie was such a nice girl. Leo and Quinn better appreciate her.
She whimpered when Katie moved from behind her and took the seat next to her at the table.
“I’m going to touch you, Em, stay as calm as you can. Quiet, too, unless you want us both in trouble for sexual contact in a public area.”
Em nodded. She’d do anything Katie wanted her to. Cool hands touched her inner thigh and the fingers traced a circle there, teasing her into relaxation.
“That feels good.”
“I know it does, sweetie. Just trust me that I can help you and we’ll have you back out there in time for the private festivities to begin.”
Katie leaned into her until their bodies touched and Emerson relaxed into her soft, femininity. The scent of ripened raspberries hit her nose at the same time Katie’s hand moved a few more inches up her thigh.
Awareness dawned and Emerson realized what would happen if she allowed Katie to keep going. Allowed, hell. Her body screamed to be touched, to find release any way it could get.
She raised her head to look at her friend and recognized arousal in her gaze as well as flushed cheeks and soft panting.
“Shhh. You don’t have to say a word. In fact, I think the less that is said, the better.”
Emerson nodded. She did trust Katie. She’d been kind and friendly to her since the first night, gently coaxing her to open up and relax. Showing her that at Purgatory all kinds were welcomed and accepted, no matter what.
She’d been envious of her at first, watching the way her two men doted on her even when they demanded her submission at times. The obvious love between them inspired her.
She wanted only one man, and no matter how she tried to purge him from her system, she couldn’t. Tonight she would have him or not.
Emerson sucked in
a deep breath when slender fingers grazed across her wet and swollen flesh, driving her closer to madness with each slow inch. Where she craved to be taken hot and hard, Katie moved at her own pace and took her time, drawing her into the action.
“Please Katie, more.” Emerson buried her face into her friend’s neck and inhaled deeply, loving the woman’s clean and fruity scent.
“Don’t worry, little one, we’ll get there.” Her voice took on a husky tone, giving away her own arousal. A fact she liked very much. She’d occasionally given thought to being with a woman, but had never been brave enough to explore it. Until now.
Emerson tilted her hips slightly, giving Katie better access to her sex, anxious for her soft touch to reach her clit.
“You are very impatient. I suspect that’s going to get you into a little bit of trouble tonight. Patience is the toughest lesson to learn and always one of the first a Dom expects you to master.”
She wanted to agree with Katie, but she really couldn’t concentrate on the conversation with fingers moving between her pussy lips, increasing the tension already coiled tight within her.
Her breasts ached as well, and even the little strips of fishnet covering them was too much. She longed to be naked and splayed out, an offering to Katie’s desires. What would Rio think if he saw her then? Would watching a woman get her off turn him on, or would he even notice?
God, she needed to get him out of her head. Why should everything she did be a reflection of Rio when he’d barely said two words to her here at the club, and little more than tease her when he saw her at home?
“Oh, hell.” She moaned when Katie slipped her first finger inside her, pushing against the sensitive skin and nerve endings already hyper aware.
“Shhh, it won’t do either of us any good to get kicked out of here tonight.”
Emerson clamped her lips shut and gritted her teeth against the need to scream when Katie added a second finger and increased the tempo of her movements. When she curled them inside her and rubbed against her G-spot, she practically jumped from the chair.
Her body shook with the new onslaught of sensations, and her head spun further as a rush of pleasure pulsed through her.
“Em, I’m going to touch your clit and I want you to come for me without screaming or making a sound. Do you understand?” The whispered command alone nearly threw her over the edge as she shook her head furiously.
Katie’s fingers rubbed across her sensitive spot three more times and Emerson’s muscles clamped around them, holding off her release until Katie touched her clit.
Two fingers latched onto one of her tight nipples and pinched and tugged at the same time her thumb pressed against her pulsing clit, sending an overload of fierce sensations racking through her body. Her lips pressed tightly together, she buried her face tight against Katie’s skin as the mind numbing orgasm ripped through her body.
Emerson rode the fingers fucking in and out of her as the pain at her breast expanded her pleasure. When the waves engulfing her finally subsided, the tension in her body slowly released and she melted against her friend.
The pain at her nipple disappeared and Katie’s hand eased from her body. “You are a beautiful and responsive woman, Em, and if Rio doesn’t recognize that tonight, I might have to kick his ass.”
Em glanced across the club at Leo and Quinn packing their gear. “What about them?”
Katie laughed. “I’m sure they know exactly what I’m up to and if they don’t then I shall have to tell them.”
Just then Leo glanced up, his gaze settling on Katie. Em swore the heat between them could set the place on fire. “I think Leo knows.”
“Yep, and I foresee a devil of a punishment later.”
“Oh no. I didn’t mean to get you intro trouble. Maybe if I talk to him.”
Katie covered her hand. “Don’t even go there. You’re my friend and I’d do anything to help a friend. Even take a delicious, drawn out flogging followed by a hard fuck.”
Emerson laughed and turned her head. “Thank you, Katie.”
“It was my pleasure, sweetheart, but if you’re feeling able we should probably go and get cleaned up before the auction begins.”
Nerves jolted anew in her stomach. In a moment of desperation she’d agreed to a big unveiling and auction as her introduction to the private group. It sounded like such a good idea, but what if Rio didn’t want to buy her for the night? Emerson shook the negative thoughts from her head. If Rio truly didn’t want her even now, then tonight she would move on.
Chapter Three
Rio walked into the third floor ballroom to a flurry of action at the stage in the middle of the room. “What’s going on here?”
Ben, his friend and know it all Dom, turned and smiled. “You haven’t heard?”
“Obviously not.”
“We’re inducting a new submissive into the group tonight and she has agreed to be auctioned for public play.”
“Who is it, and why am I hearing about this now?”
“Apparently it was decided at the last minute.
“And?” He wanted to know who.
“It’s that hot little thing who always wears a mask. I think they said her name is Em.”
His stomach tightened. “We don’t allow masks on this floor.”
“That’s the beauty of the whole thing. She’ll wear her mask for the auction and then the winner will reveal her identity.”
Rio’s cock perked up instantly at the remembered image of the masked Em in the cage tonight. Even in the smoky and darkened club he could make out her reddened cheeks from where Gabe had given her several good smacks on the ass as he’d worked her up for the crowd.
It wasn’t the first time he noticed her, but her open and sensual response to the crowd tonight had really grabbed his attention. So far, she hadn’t spent much time with any particular Doms at the club, but she had become braver each week with her clothing choices, and tonight she’d really opened up.
“What time is the auction?”
“Whenever the little honey gets that cute ass of hers up here.” Ben moved in closer and lowered his voice. “I heard that her performance downstairs really got her off and she needed some help coming down.”
“Some help?” He didn’t like the sound of that.
“Yeah, Gabe offered his assistance but Katie pushed him away and took control of Em in the corner by the bar. I don’t know what happened there, but boy, would I have enjoyed being a fly on the wall.”
Rio nailed Ben with a hard glare. “You are such an ass sometimes.”
“Yeah, and that’s what the subbies love so much about me.” He flashed a toothy grin. “Are you going to tell me that you aren’t curious about what Katie did to bring Ms. Masked Hottie down from subspace?”
He was, but he wasn’t about to share that with Ben or anyone else. When he didn’t rise to the bait, Ben wandered closer to the auction floor as the crowd grew ever larger with anticipation. This was going to get interesting.
Gabe stepped up to the microphone and the noise in the room quieted down. “I know y’all have heard about the plan by now, so why don’t we get our newest submissive in here and we can get this show on the road?”
Rio glanced at the door in the far corner and saw a small figure staring through a slight crack in the door. He’d bet the infamous woman of the hour was the one peeking in. He could imagine her standing there, biting her lip and tugging at the edges of her straight brown hair.
“The rules are pretty simple. We’re doing this impromptu auction for the club’s favorite charity and the beautiful Em has agreed to a public play scene within her club documented limits, of course.”
A round of boos erupted from the crowd, followed by raucous laughter. Rio figured this little lady would fetch a pretty high price for the night.
“Oh, and don’t forget at the close of the auction, the winning Dom will remove her mask right here on stage before any play begins in accordance with our club’s policy.”
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Applause erupted, as did a few calls to get on with the show, and even Rio vibrated with an urgency he couldn’t quite contain. He wanted to see who was behind that mask.
“You going to bid tonight, Rio?” Ben couldn’t seem to let this situation go.
“Don’t know yet. I think I’ll wait and see what the rest of you pervs do.”
“Takes one to know one, I reckon.”
“I guess so.” He liked that even though Ben came across goofy at times, he didn’t get all puffed up and put out at the slightest perceived insult. He couldn’t tolerate that kind of crap.
Gabe leaned into the microphone and turned his head to the door. “Katie, hon, go ahead and bring her in.”
More applause sounded when the door swung open and Katie stepped through, leading Em by the elbow. Now those riggers were some damn lucky men when they’d latched onto Katie. She was the epitome of a Dom’s wet dream with her tight corset that cinched her waist and lifted her ample breasts to almost spilling over the top. Even now with her flushed face and bright smile, she would be breaking hearts all over again.
But it was Em who continued to draw his eye, and had for sometime. He guessed she only stood five-two, which was a far cry from his six feet. Her slender body fit her height, but the first time she’d pulled her skirt up in the club for a flogging, she’d revealed a perfectly round ass that pinkened to a glowing red against her pale skin when spanked.
He’d yet to get close enough to see the color of her eyes, but the ruby red tint of her full lips mesmerized him, making him wonder what she tasted like.
Katie released her arm as Em took to the steps and made her way across the platform to stand next to Gabe.
“Hey, sweetheart, how are you doing?”
“Fine.” She spoke quietly but the powerful microphone picked up her voice. Hesitant. Sweet. Familiar. A memory tugged at him that he couldn’t quite reach. Where could he know this delicate morsel from, and how could he possible have forgotten her?
