by Livia Grant
“Thank you, sir. I’ll hurry.”
“See that you do, sub.”
It didn’t surprise me when Charlie immediately stepped forward to join her and it also made me more comfortable. The women took off across the club, and I could finally tell Dillon what I had planned.
“Man, you’re a goner,” Dillon said before I could even open my mouth.
I could deny, could bluster, could call him an idiot, but why bother. He was right. Hell, he would have been right months ago, but I’d been too stubborn to admit it. Marty had wormed her way past my defenses. Instead, I just grinned and accepted the bear hug he gave me. By the time our women were walking back, I’d laid out what I wanted and knew that between the two of us, Marty wouldn’t have to worry about feeling insecure once Dillon and I lifted her. As for the ass fucking that would follow, well, she’d learn she didn’t need to truly fear it either.
“You ready?” I asked, the first rope in my hands.
“Absolutely,” she said, a bright smile on her face.
Tucking the rope under my arm, I quickly stripped her of my shirt, but didn’t put it on—just tossed it aside. I slipped off her heels and removed her stockings. I wanted nothing to interfere with the jute or my caress of her skin. “Just remain relaxed as we wrap you. Don’t tense your muscles as the ropes would loosen once you do relax.”
A look of anxiousness crossed her face. “Are you sure I’m not too big? Too heavy?”
A quick slap of her bare ass, her sharp yip, and then I gave my answer. “You are absolutely perfect the way you are.”
“I thought you believed me too snarky?” she quipped, and I grinned. Yes, I definitely did like a little sass.
“There is that, but I was talking about your size.” Snaking the rope behind her back, I used the ends to tug her close, her hard nipples poking against my chest. “You fit perfectly next to me.” Bending down, I put my lips right next to her ear, and pressed my groin tight against her abdomen. “And, babe, you’re going to learn your ass is going to be a perfect fit for my cock.” Her soft moan against my neck, coming before I’d even nipped the lobe of her ear, told me she might be leery of my assurance, but that she wanted to experience the act.
According to the rules set for the event, we only had a little more than an hour left to play. I’d never have been able to provide the experience I wanted if I’d had to work solo, or even with someone other than Dillon. But, my brother and I had worked together before and knew each other’s skills, working in perfect harmony, often without speaking. Tonight was one of those times. I helped Marty to the floor, having her first sit so some ropes could be wound around her torso, and then helped her to her back so additional ones could be wrapped around her limbs. She didn’t speak except to answer our quiet inquiries every so often as to how a knot felt, or were her joints and muscles feeling fine. With every affirmative response, we continued.
A large group of spectators had gathered around us, Edward front and center. Though I knew of their presence, they meant nothing to me. Every bit of my focus was on my sub. Her face showed a bit of puzzlement at the amount of ropes either draped over her body and limbs, or extended from some knot already tied. That was fine. She’d learn why they were needed soon enough.
Squatting down in front of Marty, I said, “I’m going to blindfold you. I don’t want you to be distracted by sight. I want you to focus solely on sensation.” I took the blindfold Charlie handed me, slipping it over Marty’s head and adjusting it across her eyes. “Okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
I looked over at Dillon. “Good to go?” I asked.
“Yes,” he answered, his fingers giving a final check to the last knot he’d tied.
Nodding, I cupped Marty’s cheek with my palm. She had been the perfect subject. “We’re going to lift you now, honey. Stay relaxed. You’re going to be fine. You’ll feel a few jerks as we make the final adjustments and tie off the ropes, but once suspended, you’ll feel as if you are floating. Okay?”
She nodded and smiled and I bent further to give her a quick kiss. “Ready?”
“Oh, yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” I said, straightening again and after glancing at the clock, saw it was almost half past ten. I’d like more time, but would work with what I had. If I had anything to do with it, there would be countless opportunities beyond tonight to play with my sub—because, have no doubt—Marty was my sub.
Keeping my hand on her hip, Marty’s body began to lift from the floor as Dillon pressed the button on the suspension system. When her body began to tilt forward, she cried out. I instantly slid my arm around her waist, knowing it had to be a bit scary.
“You’re fine; I’ve got you. Just relax. Trust me.”
She nodded, taking a deep breath. You could practically hear the audience inhale at the same time, holding their collective breath, as the overhead bar rose until I had her at the height I wanted. It took me a few more moments to check the ropes’ tension, assuring none were interfering with Marty’s circulation. Satisfied the only sway, the only movement would be that which I desired and provided by my own hands, I gave Dillon a final nod which he returned before stepping away. I knew he wouldn’t interfere but also wouldn’t go far. He was my backup, ready to jump in and assist in case something went wrong.
Most of Marty’s weight was supported by the ropes around her abdomen and hips. I’d released her ponytail and now, with her head hanging down, the tresses almost swept the floor beneath her. We’d wrapped her arms behind her back, her wrists bound together, then attached by a shorter length of rope to her left ankle. Her right leg was straight up in the air, additional ropes wrapped around her thigh and calf, an intricate design of knots running down her flesh. The painted toenails of her right foot reached toward the ceiling, the spots of red vivid against the white of the ropes. I’d wrapped a rope around her upper torso, circling her breasts, framing them as they became a bit swollen with the restriction, her nipples like bullets, protruding from their surrounding areoles.
I gave a nod to the photographer the club had provided to take photos during tonight’s event. I heard the soft click of the camera’s shutter, allowing a few pictures to be taken, knowing Marty would have been unable to see how absolutely incredible she looked suspended. Another nod had the photographer stepping away.
Sliding my hand up from Marty’s left ankle to her knee, I pushed gently, ignoring her softly uttered sound of distress as I splayed her wider.
To ease what I knew had to be a touch of embarrassment as I was positive the position was not straining her body in any way, I ran my palms up her inner thighs, my fingers pressing against her bare flesh, moving slowly until my thumbs were touching that sweet spot I’d paddled earlier. I felt her tremble but the moisture I saw seeping from her sheath told me she was fine. I bent forward, exhaled against her wet folds, the warmth of my breath causing her sex to spasm and yet more cream to ooze from her pussy. From the way her clit was swollen, pulsing, red from blood filling it, I knew she was on the edge. I also knew it was past time to taste her fabulous nectar. Broadening my tongue, I gave one long, slow lick through the center of her sex, swirling around her clit that jumped as if demanding my full attention be centered on it. Well, she had been a very good girl after all.
Sliding my palms under her ass, tilting her up, I reversed direction and licked downwards. My hands pulled the twin spheres of her ass further apart, allowing my tongue free access to my ultimate goal.
“Oh… oh, God,” she murmured as my tongue swirled around the rim of the puckered little hole I’d soon be invading. Loving the sounds of her sweet little mewls, I pressed the tip of my tongue just past the opening, keeping her steady with my hold and the ropes binding her. She was going absolutely nowhere. Again and again I licked, swirled, lapped at the cream her body continued to provide, not hurrying, but drinking my fill. Finally, as she continued to chant, “Please, please, please” like a mantra, I took pity on her, engulfing the entirety of
her clit between my lips and suckling hard.
“Red!”
The scream split the air and I instantly jerked back. What the fuck! She had safeworded—now?
“No… no… please, sir! Don’t stop! Please let me come.”
That plea made no sense until I looked up to not only see heads turning to look over shoulders, but Dillon shaking his head. Realizing the cry had not come from my sub. I immediately bent forward again. I had my own sub to tend to and I’d left her hanging on the edge of release.
Taking her clit again, this time giving it a gentle nip to let her know her dom was back, I felt her shudder and heard her whisper of “Yes… yes”. Sliding a finger into her pussy, feeling her walls clamp down around it, I began to finger fuck her as I I licked and swirled, suckled. I added a second finger and then a third. Her body provided all the lubrication I needed to allow my fingers to drive deep, to stroke, to fuck. I continued to pump them gently in and out of her wet heat, enjoying my feast until I felt her body tense. With that unspoken warning, and not having forbidden my sub to come without my permission, I took her little pearl between my teeth and bit down as I thrust my fingers in hard and deep.
The shriek filling the air was my reward for a job well done. That and the convulsions of her body as her pussy contracted violently around my fingers. That was one… and that would not do. I kept my mouth on her clit, my fingers in her pussy and started to drive her up the cliff again. God, she was so wet, the cream I didn’t capture with my lips or lap up with my tongue, slid into the divide of her ass, then dripped down to the floor. I almost fucked up, realizing her body was already tensing. I slid my fingers out of her cunt, heard her whimper of disappointment and grinned as the tension eased. With my fingers coated with her arousal and the pucker of her anus glistening from the same, I had no need to reach for the bottle of lube. Tapping twice against her small orifice, I then began to push inside.
“Oh… oh, God,” she moaned.
I continued to lave her pussy, suckle her clit as I pushed my finger deeper. A few thrusts in and out and I added a second. God, she was fucking tight, but the body had an amazing ability to adjust, to adapt to what was required. Once two fingers were buried, I thrust my tongue into her pussy, using it and my fingers to fuck her in both holes. The sounds she was emitting were music to my ears and made my cock threaten to burst from my pants. I began to scissor the fingers in her ass, stretching her, opening her, preparing her for my cock’s entry. It was a good thing I’d fucked her throat because otherwise, I’d be in trouble. As it was, it was taking all the control I could muster not to sink my cock into her now, but I wanted her to come again, to be even more relaxed. A slight adjustment, my teeth on her clit again, I bit and she screamed and came again. The contractions of her ass walls around my fingers almost broke my control. Pulling them free, I gave her pussy one last kiss and stepped away.
I had my boots kicked off and my pants shed in seconds, not giving a shit where they landed. My sub’s pussy wasn’t the only thing that was wet. The head of my cock glistened with the precum it had been seeping since we’d begun. It throbbed, ached, but would have to wait a bit longer. Moving around Marty’s body, I stood at the other end. Grabbing a fistful of the silver, iridescent curls, I lifted her head.
“Open.”
Marty’s lips parted, her tongue licking along the bottom, her instant obedience, her soft moan causing my cock to jerk. Guiding the bulbous head between those luscious lips, I said, “Suck.”
Immediately her lips closed and she began to suckle, her cheeks hollowing in and out as she obeyed. Reaching forward, with the hand not buried in her hair, I took her swollen nipple between my fingers, rolling, pulling, tweaking and pinching, loving the vibrations of the sounds she was unable to fully utter swirl around my dick. I could stay there all night, but I had other plans. Giving her other nipple a few tweaks of its own, I said, “Release”.
I loved the fact my little sub seemed reluctant to do so. With my cock free, I squatted, to kiss her lips, meaning it to be a quick peck, but the moment my mouth covered hers, I was in no hurry to release her. I kissed her hard, demanded she open her lips for my tongue, explored the interior that had just hosted my cock. The need for oxygen and knowing if I didn’t hurry, I’d not fulfill the spin of the wheel, pulled me from her.
Straightening, I moved to grab a condom from a bowl provided by the club. I had the foil packet torn open with my teeth and the condom rolled down my erection, coated with a generous amount of lube I’d grabbed as well before I returned to stand between my sub’s legs. Giving the bottle a squeeze, I coated my fingers and began to repeat the process of earlier. Sliding fingers into Marty’s ass one at a time, pushing additional lube into her channel, preparing her as best as I could before I flipped the top closed and dropped the bottle.
Moving closer, I pressed the head of my cock to her asshole. Her skin was covered in thousands of small goosebumps, her muscles contracting as she tensed at the contact against her pucker. Before I could chastise her, she relaxed, putting her trust in her dom.
“Good girl,” I said a second before I began to press forward. Call me perverted, but I loved watching a tight pucker fight against invasion. Loved the sight of the wrinkles of its rim smoothing out as it was forced to stretch. Loved the moans, the mewls, the soft whimpers of distress of my sub as she fought to accept her dom’s demands and loved that moment of concession when her body accepted what was always a bit painful. It was that very fact that made her surrender all the sweeter. With my cock past the first ring of muscle, I slid my hands under her ass again, spreading her buttocks further apart and watched my cock sink into the very place where she’d sworn it would never fit.
Every squeal, every moan, every shudder did not stop me until my sub’s ass had swallowed every inch of my cock. Buried deep, I reached forward and took hold of each of her nipples, their hardness, their size, making the perfect handles. I slowly flexed my hips, slowly withdrawing, taking my time, abrading every centimeter of her channel. I’d lifted her head before to feed my cock into her mouth, but with a sharp cry of pain as I pinched her nipples, her head came up on its own. It was a position she’d be unable to maintain but the sound of her pain mixed with pleasure wafted towards the ceiling as I continued to roll and pinch her nipples as I pushed just as slowly back inside her ass. With a softer whimper, her head lowered to hang down again.
Bending over her body, feeling her abdominal muscles quivering beneath my body, I gave a kiss and suckle to each bud I’d tortured, swirling each plump berry with my tongue before lifting my body. Gripping the cheeks of her ass, I began to fuck it. Her primal moan told me she was not only ready; she was in a state of bliss. I snapped my hips to drive deep into the incredible heat, her tight velvet walls clutching, caressing my cock with each withdrawal. I wouldn’t last long, not with the buildup, the sheer need to claim her, to mark her as mine. Reaching out, I grabbed the rope around her belly button with one hand and reached up to grab the one helping suspend her with the other, holding her in place as I pounded into her. My hips pistoned, my balls slapping against her ass every time I buried myself to the hilt. Feeling that moment where time seem suspended, I knew how close I was. My right hand moved to her sex, finding her clit, the fluid coating it making it slippery. I pumped in and out of her ass as I rubbed her clit, pinched it, twisted until I felt her body tensing.
Pulling almost completely from her, I said, “Come for me, Marty. Come with me.” Driving forward, my sub obeyed, splintering with a scream that reverberated around the club. Hell! I’d watched many a woman come apart but watching Marty, unable to move her hands, her legs, seeing the muscles in her abdomen tighten, her breasts shudder, her nipples so swollen they looked like cranberries about to pop, was the most incredible sight I’d ever seen. I gave my own bellow as I erupted, coming so hard it hurt. Her bowel walls clamped like a vise around my shaft, her muscles rippling in waves. It took several moments before I could even move to begin to retreat.
Once I was free, I bent to kiss her pussy, dropped the condom into a wastepaper basket and then moved to her head.
Sliding my fingers through her hair, I removed the blindfold and gently lifted her head. When our eyes met, I was lost. The look of absolute submission in her eyes was every dom’s dream. And yet, I knew she was not fully aware as her eyelids fluttered closed again.
I stood and nodded at Dillon. We had her unbound far quicker than it had taken to bind her because we both used shears to slice through the knots we’d so intricately tied. Leaving my brother to gather up the remnants of the jute, I sank to the floor, cradling Marty in my arms. It was another few minutes before her eyelids fluttered open.
“Hey,” I said, grinning like a fool.
“Wow,” Marty said.
Evidently hearing her voice told the audience she was fine and a wave of applause rolled over both of us. I watched as her eyes widened, as if only now remembering where she was.
“What happened?” she asked softly.
“La petite mort,” I said. “The little death.”
“Oh… it was…”
“Beautiful. You are beautiful,” I said, bending to kiss her gently. “And, you are mine.”
“It took you long enough,” she said softly, the sweetest smile on her lips. “Don’t you know, I’ve always been yours?”
She smiled, snuggled closer and tucked her head beneath my chin as if that was where it had always belonged, and I supposed it had. I’d just been the fool. The woman who had not truly known the definition of submission, had taught me how deep the connection of a dom was when he found the woman of his dreams. My girl, my submissive had not only surrendered, she’d stolen my heart and taken possession of my very soul.
The End
About the Author
Maggie Ryan is a USA Today and #1 international best selling author in the USA and UK. Often found in Top 100 authors on Amazon and is a Multi-award Winning Author in Victorian/ Historical, Western, and Contemporary Erotic Romance.
