by Ivy Nelson
He laughed and said, “No, I’m not always this easy going. I would think you would recognize that from the way you finally begged for me the other night. But I do often give you exactly what you want because I’m still getting to know you in this context. I also want it to be clear that you hold all the power here.” After checking to make sure she was following, he continued. “We’ll reach a point where we’re more comfortable and I’ll push a little more, but I’ll never push you past a boundary you don’t want to be pushed past. And yes, you’ll have boundaries you want me to push,” he added when he saw the question in her eyes.
Seeming satisfied, she nodded.
“Any other questions?” he asked as he released her and moved away to open his bag.
“Nope.”
Well, that wouldn’t do. “Come here,” he said in a stern voice. In seconds she was at his side and he turned her so she was facing the cross and pushed her against it with a gentle shove, then landed three quick hard smacks on her thinly clad bottom. “Want to try that answer again, Angel?” he asked, turning her back to face him.
At first he thought she looked upset, as if she might cry. Then, she took a deep breath and said, “I mean no, Sir.”
“Better.” He winked and went back to his bag.
She leaned against the cross, watching him lay out his implements. It was odd, this part of setting up a scene had never made him nervous before, but with Adara, it did. He could feel her piercing blue eyes carefully studying everything he did, questions burning just below the surface, begging to be asked. And she would ask them, eventually. That’s something he liked about her.
“I’m sorry. I have a question, Sir.” There it was.
Looking up from his task he said, “ask away, Angel.”
“How am I supposed to know when I need to call you Sir, and when it’s OK not to?”
It was a fair question, and he spent a moment pondering it.Prior to now, it hadn’t been a thing he concerned himself with because the women he played with only played with him in the club. Different couples had different protocols, and he told her as much.
“So what’s our protocol?”
“Also an excellent question. We’ll figure out exactly what works for us but in the meantime, let’s start with this. In the bedroom and here at the club, you call me Sir. Anywhere else is negotiable and I’ll leave it up to you.”
“Yes Sir. That’s reasonable.”
“Good. Enough questions for now. I want to have some fun with you. Stand with your back to the cross and lean against it, arms above your head.”
Watching her breasts rise as she complied, was nothing short of delightful. “You can rest your arms on the arms of the cross,” he said, when she lifted her arms straight above her head. “I’m going to cuff you to it.”
A smile lit her face at the mention of cuffs. Restraint seemed to turn her on. He would have to keep that in mind. Picking up the blindfold and two leather cuffs with carabiners attached, he approached the cross. First, he slipped the blindfold on over her head and reminded her again that she could always ask him to take it off. He watched her breathing change when her world went dark and knew her other senses had kicked into overdrive just the way he wanted them to. Her chest rose and fell rapidly for a moment until he smoothed his hand up her arms and whispered, “relax. I’m right here.”
When she had calmed, he attached the first cuff and clipped it to the metal ring near the top of the cross. Then he repeated the process with her other arm. He stepped around the cross and stood back to observe his handiwork. Gorgeous. There was nothing hotter than a woman restrained, at his mercy, and totally trusting in him. There was also nothing he took more seriously than the trust she had placed in his hands. It was his number one priority not to violate that trust.
He moved to the small table next to the cross and selected an item. He knew from the other night that she responded well to a vibrator. Now he was going to find out how she reacted to his favorite one.
Approaching her he said, “One rule. You don’t come unless I give you permission. And I won’t give you permission unless you ask. Is that clear?”
“Yes Sir,” she said with a shaky breath.
“Good.” He pressed the newly purchased wand against her panties and with no warning, flicked it on high. She gasped and instantly writhed away from it, closing her legs.
“Hmmm. Do I need to restrain your legs too?” he asked clicking the device off again.
“Holy shit. What was that?”
He laughed and pushed her legs apart. “Just one of my favorite toys.” He pressed it against her again but this time put it on low. She still squirmed but kept her legs apart this time. Until that is, she was on the brink of orgasm. Then she squirmed away, and he knew she was being stubborn. She still didn’t like asking for permission to orgasm.
“All you have to do is ask, angel.” He gripped one thigh and held it in place as he pressed it back against her panty-clad pussy.
“I know Sir.”
He laughed. “Still so stubborn.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about Sir,” she said breathlessly.
“Uh Huh. What have we learned about lying to me?”
A slow grin spread across her face. She was relaxing into this. Good. He moved close to her so their bodies were touching and cupped her breasts. They felt perfect in his hands and her nipples were still rock hard and in need of his attention. Tugging on the neck of her tank, he revealed her breasts, pulled tight by her extended arms. He leaned down and laved his tongue over one nipple and she jerked against her restraints. He sucked the puckered bud into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. Her squirms continued as he lavished attention on each nipple.
When he was satisfied with one, he moved on to the other. She was about to experience a shock to her nipples that he knew she had never experienced before. Not a literal shock. He would save the violet wand for when she had more experience. The thought made him grin but her little breathless groans brought him back to the here and now. He pulled away from her and picked up the pair of nipple clamps that were waiting for him on the table. He pinched the area behind her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger and put the clamp in place with his other hand. She cried out when he let go of the clamp and it bit down on her flesh. He quickly placed the other clamp on her right nipple, not bothering to drag it out this time.
“Fuck, that hurts,” she whimpered.
“Good hurt or bad hurt?” he asked, trailing a finger down her cheek.
“Not sure yet, Sir,” she said breathlessly.
“Let’s see if we can make it a good hurt. Just remember yellow is an option.”
She nodded, and he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead then picked up the wand and pressed it to her pussy. On low, she writhed a bit and a low, slow moan escaped her lips. Soon, he had her built up to a frenzied need.
“Good hurt or bad hurt?” he asked again.
“Definitely good hurt.” It was the perfect response, so he clicked the wand up to high.
“Want to come?”
“Yes, Sir. Please,” she whimpered.
“You just have to ask, Angel.”
“I said please,” she pointed out.
“Please what?” No response. When he increased the pressure of the vibrator against her, he expected her to give in but she stubbornly shook her head. The signals her body was giving, told him she was close to an orgasm.
With his lips pressed to her ear he said, “If you come without permission, Angel I’m going to punish you and I can promise you won’t like it. Now, please what?”
Her head moved back and forth again but this time she whispered, “please can I come?” Next time, he would make her say it louder, but for now, he would take the win.
“Come for me, Angel.”
And she did. It was a beautiful sight watching her writhe against her cuffs as the orgasm ripped through her.
“Again,” he said, tugging on the chain between
her nipple clamps.
She cried out and rode the waves of a second orgasm. The sight before him was making his pants suddenly uncomfortably tight. All he wanted to do was bring her down and bury himself in her. Even though it was allowed in the club, he knew that was beyond the boundary she had set. Sex could wait until they were back at his place. For now, he was going to milk as many orgasms from her as he could. It didn’t take long to build her to a third and then a fourth. As he started to push her toward a fifth, she whimpered and managed to say, “Yellow.”
The instant the word left her lips, he turned the wand off and pressed his body close to hers.
“Christ you’re hot. What do you need, Angel?”
“Just a break,” she said, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Just a break. I’m going to die from orgasm if you keep it up.”
With his face buried in her neck he chuckled. “You’re too much fun Adara.”
After giving her a minute to compose herself he said, “Let’s move on to the second half of tonight’s entertainment.”
“That sounds fun.”
“It will be. I promise. Unfortunately, it’s going to start with something mildly unpleasant.” With his index finger, he caught hold of the chain between her breasts. “We need to take these off.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad.”
He chuckled. The sadist in him wanted to just take them off with no warning but he was still trying to be gentle with her.
“Taking them off can actually be worse than having them on. I’m just giving you fair warning. There isn’t a lot I can do to mitigate the pain but it won’t last long.”
She took a deep breath. “OK. I’m ready. Just do it.”
“That’s a good girl. So brave. I’ll do them both at the same time so we don’t drag it out.”
Without any further preparation, he quickly pinched the clamps and released the pressure. As the blood rushed back to the sensitive nubs, her reaction was instant, and she released a string of curse words that would offend a sailor.
“Such a mouth on you, young lady,” he chided.
“You try it and see if you don’t have a mouth on you too Sir.”
He roared with laughter. “At least you got the sir in there. And for the record, I have tried it and I’ll never do it again.” If she hadn’t been wearing a blindfold, he imagined her eyes would have grown wide at that revelation. Yes, he had tried bottoming to a woman once. It had not turned out well. Not at all.
“I see the questions whirling in your head. I’ll tell you the story later. I’m going to un- cuff you now and turn you around.”
She nodded. “I’m feeling more comfortable now, can we take the blindfold off too please?”
“Of course,” he agreed.
When her restraints were released, she turned around and pressed herself against it again. After putting the cuffs back in place, he moved behind the cross and lifted the blindfold off her face.
“Thank you Sir,” she said, blinking her eyes to adjust to the dim lights of the dungeon.
“Of course. You’re doing well, Angel. How are your nerves?”
“Better now. I’m having fun.”
“Then we’re doing something right.” He was in front of the cross again so he placed a gentle kiss on the back of her head. “Now I want to introduce you to some other sensations and get a sense for what you like and don’t like.”
It was a solid guess that she would enjoy this part and would look at it as an experiment. Her love for exploration and learning was something he loved about her.
He picked up a heavy suede multitailed whip and flicked it to straighten the falls. “This is a flogger. It can be thuddy or stingy, it depends on how it’s made and how the top uses it. This one should be fairly thuddy. A lot of bottoms say it feels like a massage.”
Saying nothing else, he brought the flogger down on her back. There was no need to start out too light since she had experienced some impact play at his hand but he didn’t hit her full force either.
The flogger was a big thumbs up for Adara and she asked for more. They spent the next twenty minutes testing toys. She had a taste for the floggers and paddles but wasn’t a fan of the cane. The crops were OK but not her favorite. Since it was their first public scene, he decided not to bring out a whip. Maybe some other time. They weren’t his favorite toy anyway, Peter and Gary were the whip experts in the club.
While he wanted to give her more orgasms just to watch the way she lit up while riding the waves of pleasure, he made the decision to stop their scene now while they were both relaxed. His pants were also more comfortable again, so he laid the last implement aside and released her cuffs.
Pulling her into his arms, he asked, “how was that?”
She snuggled into him and murmured, “That was wonderful, Sir.”
He kissed the top of her head and released her so he could look her in the eye. “It was wonderful for me too. Are you OK to stay and visit with our friends for a while or do you want to go home?”
“Let’s stay awhile. It might be awkward at first, but I guess if I’m going to be hanging around here I need to get used to it.”
“Good girl,” he said handing her the jeans and blouse he had placed on the table earlier.
When she was dressed, and he had cleaned up their station and repacked his bag, he held her hand as they walked back across the dungeon. On their way Adara stopped him.
“Woah. Is that girl on fire?” she asked.
Michael turned in the direction she was looking and sure enough, a top had flames dancing across a submissives back. He smiled and slid his arm around her waist pulling her closer.
“She is. Want to watch a minute? I do fire play too. It’s very sensual and relaxing actually.”
Adara eyed him and he could tell she didn’t believe it. “It’s perfectly safe as long as the top knows what they are doing.” Adara shook her head.
“Maybe someday. I don’t know. It seems scary. Let’s go find our friends.”
Hand in hand, they walked to the couches where their friends sat cuddled, having come down from their own scene.
“Looks like you two had fun,” Darci said when they approached.
“No thanks to you.” Michael tossed back.
“What? I just told her to have fun,” she said, batting her eyelashes.
“Uh huh. You’re lucky you’re cute.”
Michael sat on the couch and pulled Adara into his lap. “Doing OK?” he whispered into her ear.
“She smiled and nodded, snuggling close to him. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hair, feeling content in this moment with the friends he counted as family surrounding him and the girl he wanted more with curled in his lap.
Soon, Darci and Carrie wandered off to talk to someone else and Peter and Bradley went to the bar for drinks. Comfortable, Michael opted to stay cocooned on the couch with Adara.
“I love being here like this with you Angel,” he murmured. “I’m so glad we h ave everything resolved so you can stay here. I don’t know what I would have done if I had lost you.”
“Me either. I was terrified, but you got me through it. I’m glad you didn’t let me run away when I wanted to.”
“Never, Angel. I want you by my side always. You’re the first person I’ve ever wanted more with.”
She pushed away from him and sat up straighter. “What do you mean more?”
“Just more. A relationship. I think about collaring you all the time.”
Then she was shaking her head, and the mood shifted in their little corner. “What happened to no strings?”
Had he just blown it? He needed to salvage tonight and quick. “I kind of thought we just agreed to that because of your situation, Angel. I’ve always wanted more with you. I thought that was obvious. I thought you felt the same way. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.” He tried and failed to keep the disappointment out of his voice.
“That’s some pretty unfair pressure Micha
el. I like things the way they are now. Why ruin a good thing?”
“So more with me would be ruining a good thing?” This time, he didn’t bother to try and hide the hurt in his voice.
“No.” A growl left her throat, and she ran a hand through her hair. “That’s not what I meant.”
“What did you mean then, Adara?”
“I don’t want to have this conversation right now. Can we please go back to having a nice evening?”
He should have let it go but he was just as stubborn as she was, so of course he didn’t. “I just want to understand what we’re doing here. It’s important don’t you think?”
“Of course it’s important. I just don’t think now is the appropriate time to have this conversation.”
“Fine.”
“Fine? You sound like a petulant teenager.”
She wasn’t wrong, but he didn’t appreciate her pointing it out just then. “I’m sorry for wantingclarification on our relationship.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t have a relationship if you’re going to be this way.” She stood and looked down at him. “I’m happy Michael. I’m enjoying spending time with you. Can’t that be enough without putting some sort of label on it?"
“I just want this to be more to you than a good time.”
“What is this reaction? This isn’t like you Michael. I don’t like it. I want to understand but I think maybe it’s better if I just go home for the night. I’ll get a cab. We can talk later. And just like that, she turned and walked out of the club. For a moment, he experienced Déjà vu when Bradley walked up to him.
“Where’s Adara going? She looked upset.”
Michael ran a hand through his hair.
“I’m pretty sure I just fucked up.”
Chapter 16
When Adara woke the next morning, she felt hung-over. What exactly happened at the club last night? One minute, she was having the best night of her life with Michael and the next, he had turned into a moody teenager upset over something. What, she wasn’t sure. There was no time to find out right now though. Today was her first campaign event. Later, she would find time to call him and find out what his problem was.
