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Victorious

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by M. S. Force


  “I don’t think I’d like that,” I said.

  “I wouldn’t either. It would make me feel seasick. So if they’re facing forward with their backs against the cross, like Kristian’s sub is going to be, that’s more about teasing and slow seduction.”

  “What happens if they’re facing the other way?” I ask.

  “That’s about whipping or flogging.”

  I shudder at the thought of being whipped.

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart. That’s a hard limit for both of us. I don’t find whipping fun or arousing, although many people do.”

  “How can they find that kind of pain arousing?”

  “Some people get off on the pain of it, not to mention the humiliation.”

  “Do I know her from somewhere?” I ask of Kristian’s sub.

  “She’s been on TV.” He names a popular sitcom that has my mouth falling open. Of course! That’s how I know her. She’s tall and curvy, with long red hair and big breasts that look real, not that I’d know the difference. Since there’s no question I’m not allowed to ask, I pose that one to Flynn.

  “Yep, they’re real.”

  “How can you tell?”

  “Please, sweetheart. I grew up in LA. I could tell the difference between real boobs and fake ones by the time I was eight.”

  “Why am I not surprised? So what’s the difference?”

  “Real ones,” he says, cupping mine in his big hands, “move the way they’re supposed to. They’re softer, more pliable. Fake ones are harder, closer together and don’t move like real ones do.” As he speaks, he manipulates my breasts to make his point.

  I release a deep breath that I’ve been holding. His touch is always electrifying, but here, in public, it’s even more so. “Good to know.”

  Kristian blindfolds his sub and secures her to the cross at the wrists, ankles and waist. We are far enough away from them that I can’t hear what he’s saying to her, but he’s speaking to her constantly as he prepares her for their scene. Her color is high, as if she’s nervous or excited or perhaps both. With her legs propped open, I can also see she’s totally bare between her legs.

  He begins by stimulating her nipples with his hands and mouth, working on her until both nipples are tight and red. Then he affixes something to each nipple that makes her cry out.

  “Clamps,” Flynn says from behind me. “They’re connected by a chain. See the third one, hanging from the chain?”

  I nod.

  “Watch what he does with that one.”

  I can’t look away as Kristian strokes between her legs before attaching the third clamp to her clit, making her scream and fight the restraints. The thought of what that must feel like goes through me like a bolt of electricity, leaving me tingling.

  “Doesn’t that hurt like crazy?”

  “For a second, but then it feels crazy good, or so I’m told. You want to try that sometime?”

  “I don’t know. Not sure I’d like it.”

  “Remember what we said? Everything once, twice if we like it?” He runs his finger down my arm, and I shudder, proving I’m nothing more than a giant nerve ending.

  “Do they have penis clamps? Because if we’re trying everything once…”

  His low rumble of laughter makes me smile. “Brat. There’re cock rings. We can try that sometime.”

  “I’ll look forward to that.”

  He tightens his hold on me. “I love you so much, Nat. That you’re here with me and asking questions and willing to explore this world with me… You can’t possibly know what it means to be myself, entirely, with you.”

  I squeeze the arm he has around me. I love that I’ve made him happy, which is so important to me.

  Kristian teases his sub with feathers until she’s writhing on the cross, begging for relief with every move of her body. But Kristian is in no apparent rush. He reaches for a large pink vibrator from the table that holds his supplies, and after applying lubricant, he teases her with it and then pushes it into her. He strokes the vibrator in and out of her and then releases the clamps one at a time. She comes with screams that echo through the club, and I hear them clear as anything, despite the voices and loud music.

  Watching the scene unfold has me right back on the edge again, my entire body tingling with the need for release.

  “You said something about private rooms?”

  “Is my baby feeling hot and bothered?”

  “Maybe just a little.”

  He takes me by the hand to lead me deeper into the club. “We’ve got one more stop we need to make before we see about something private.”

  I suppress a moan at the thought of waiting longer for relief. Being here, watching Kristian’s scene, allowing Flynn to touch me in public… I’m on fire from the inside. My skin is tight and tingling, the throb between my legs is like a second heartbeat, and I want to grab Flynn and drag him to the nearest dark corner.

  He applies his hand to a device on the wall, and a door slides open.

  “What is this?”

  “It’s the dungeon. Only the five of us have access to it.”

  The word dungeon trips my already heightened senses into overdrive as I try to imagine what goes on here. I see right away as we step into the huge room that pulsates with loud music… Cresley is suspended from the ceiling. Natural-colored rope has been wrapped around her body in an intricate pattern that is strangely beautiful. The elaborate scheme is held together by a single knot that falls just above her clit, which is clamped, as are her nipples.

  When Hayden swings her around, I notice she is plugged in the front and the back. What that must feel like, to hand over that much control to another human being, to trust him with so much outside a committed relationship… As I have that thought, my own plug begins to vibrate.

  Flynn’s arm around my waist keeps me from losing my footing. “Talk to me, sweetheart,” he whispers gruffly in my ear. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

  “Why does she like it? She’s a successful, powerful woman. What makes her want to be dominated so completely?”

  “It’s because she’s so successful and powerful that she enjoys giving over control to someone else for a few hours. It takes her away from all her responsibilities and gives her a kind of freedom she can’t find anywhere else.”

  “I…”

  “I wish I could crawl inside your head right now so I could know your every thought.”

  Laying my hand on top of his arm, I want to share those thoughts with him. “I wonder what it’s like for her to give up that kind of control to someone she doesn’t love.”

  “She does love Hayden. They’re old friends, and there’s trust in friendship.”

  “Still, to do that with a man she isn’t in love with… That takes…”

  “Balls?”

  “Yeah,” I say with a nervous laugh, “that’s for sure.”

  “It’s a form of relaxation for both of them.”

  “Relaxation… Um, okay.” I’d be anything but relaxed in Cresley’s position.

  “No, really, look at her. Take a good look.”

  Cresley’s eyes are closed, her face is slack, her lips are parted ever so slightly, and she appears to be floating above the room in what I now see, upon closer examination, is a blissful state.

  “We call that subspace, when the submissive reaches a place of total trust and absolute submission. She relies upon her Dom for everything in that moment. It’s total surrender.”

  “Would they mind that we’re here?”

  “No, sweetheart, they love being watched. Most of us do. It’s part of the thrill.” He leads me to a sofa I hadn’t noticed in a dark corner and positions me in front of him, between his spread legs with his arms around me.

  “Will they actually have sex?”

  “Probably. They usually do. We allow actual intercourse only in the dungeon and private rooms, not in the main room upstairs.”

  Because he wants to know my every thought, I say, “I’m not
sure how I feel about watching Hayden have sex and then seeing him at the party tomorrow.”

  “Do you want to leave before they do?”

  I’m torn between wanting to see this through to completion and not wanting to watch Hayden have sex. Yet I can’t look away. “We can stay.”

  The scene progresses slowly. I have no idea if we’re there half an hour or two hours, because I’m so caught up in what’s happening between them.

  Flynn’s erection is pressed tight against my bottom and the vibrating plug, his hand is flat against my belly, and I’m on the verge of begging him to touch me when he tugs on the button to my pants.

  I’m immediately filled with panic and excitement and desire that’s hotter and more potent than anything I’ve felt before.

  He pulls down my zipper, slowly but insistently, as if he’s waiting for me to stop him. But stopping him is the last thing I want to do. I raise my hips against his hand, encouraging him to touch me before I die from wanting him to.

  Across the room, I see Hayden remove the dildo from Cresley’s vagina. He drops his pants, and I think about diverting my gaze, but I don’t. I watch as he swings Cresley’s body close to him and impales her. She cries out from the impact.

  Flynn’s hand slides inside my pants.

  Because they suddenly feel about ten sizes too small, I want to pull them off to give him room. I shaved down there earlier, so my skin is ultrasensitive. Every nerve ending in my body seems to have arrived in one place to party for the night. All it will take is one brush of his finger over my clit to detonate an orgasm for the ages. Naturally, he must know that, because he touches me everywhere but where I need him most.

  “So wet,” he whispers as he slides his fingers into me.

  “Flynn… Don’t tease me.”

  “Who am I here?”

  “S-sir. Please…” I open my eyes to see Hayden pounding into Cresley. I hadn’t intended to watch, but I can’t look away.

  “Do you like watching them, Nat?”

  The whisper of his breath against my ear whips through me on a tidal wave of sensation. I raise my hips, trying to get him to move his fingers, but he won’t be rushed.

  “Natalie? Answer me.”

  “Yes, I like it. I like to watch.” Saying it out loud, admitting to it, is like gas being thrown on the already out-of-control wildfire that burns within me.

  “Mmm, I can tell.”

  He keeps me impaled on his fingers, pulsing them inside me in time with the insistent throb that beats through me. “Hayden can keep this up for hours. I can, too.”

  “No…” The single word is expelled on a whimper.

  “No, who?”

  “Sir. No, Sir.”

  “Are you saying no to me, Natalie?”

  “I’m begging you, Sir. Please let me come.”

  He sets the vibration in the plug to the next level, the most intense level, and I cry out before I can remember where I am or that I might disturb the others. But they are so caught up in what they’re doing, they don’t notice me.

  “I can’t… I have to…”

  Flynn’s fingers find a spot deep inside me that triggers the epic release that’s been building for a long time now. As wave after wave of nearly unbearable pleasure overtakes me, it occurs to me that he never gave me permission to come. Anticipating the punishment I’ll receive triggers a second smaller orgasm.

  “Someone is in big, big trouble,” he whispers as he brings me down slowly, dropping the vibration to a lower level. His fingers are still buried deep inside me, snug against the spot that set me off. If he keeps pressing against me there, it’s going to happen again, which I’m sure he already knows.

  “Sir…”

  “Yes, Natalie?”

  “Please take me home now.”

  “As you wish, my love.”

  Chapter 15

  I’ve never experienced anything sexier than Natalie’s reactions to the club and the scenes we watched together. The way she positively detonated in my arms has me clinging to sanity as I drive us home as quickly as I possibly can. I can’t wait to administer her punishment and then fuck her until I slake this unquenchable need that seems to grow and multiply every day we spend together.

  “When we get home,” I say after a mostly silent ride, “you have five minutes to go into the bedroom, remove your clothes and present yourself for punishment.”

  “H-how shall I present myself?”

  “I’ll leave that up to you.” Goddamn, this is fun. To be able to have this sort of relationship with the woman I love more than my own life is my every dream come true. Except even I never could’ve dreamed the perfection that my life has become since I met Natalie.

  I park the Vanquish in the garage and glance at my watch. “Five minutes starts now.”

  Without another word, she gets out of the car and goes into the house.

  As I watch her go, my entire body is tight with desire and anticipation and love. I love her so fucking much, even more than I did before bringing her fully into my world and my kink. That I can have her and this, too…

  Fluff’s frantic barking gets me out of the car and into the house to deal with her while Natalie prepares herself for me.

  I take Fluff into the backyard so she can pee and then give her a few treats, hoping she’ll go back to sleep so we can get down to business. I crouch down and hold out my hand to her, a tiny dog biscuit sitting in the middle of my palm. A few weeks ago, she’d have taken part of my hand with the treat. Tonight, she approaches me and gently removes the biscuit from my hand and eats it while gazing at me adoringly.

  “Thanks an awful lot for bringing your mom to me.” I scratch her ears. “I know we got off to a rough start, but I really am so grateful for what you did that day. I was lost until you girls found me.”

  She leans into me, wanting more of the scratching that she loves so much.

  “I need to go see Mommy. You go back to sleep like a good girl, okay? If you’re good, there will be more treats.”

  At the word “treats,” she perks up, but she’s smart enough to know she’s gotten all she’s going to get for now. She trots over to the spot on the sofa that she’s claimed for herself and, after repeated circles, plops down. I pour a couple of fingers of Bowmore and down them in one shot before heading to the bedroom to see what my wife has planned for me.

  At the doorway, I’m brought up short by the sight of her lounging on the bed in black garters, thigh-high hose, four-inch black heels and nothing else—except the red plug, which stands out in stark relief against her creamy white skin. My hand lands on my chest, perhaps to see if my heart is still where it belongs. “Holy fucking hell, Nat. You ought to warn a guy before you do that to him.”

  “And miss seeing that expression on your face? Never.”

  “What’re you doing to me?”

  “Just what I was told to do.”

  “You’re awfully smug for a girl who has already earned one punishment tonight.”

  “I’ve learned to rather appreciate your brand of punishment.”

  “Perhaps I’m not doing it right, then.”

  “Oh no, you’re doing it right. I’d let you know if you weren’t.”

  I can’t help but laugh at her cheekiness. I love her confidence and how far she’s come from the first day when she told me she wouldn’t sleep with me, or any man, unless she was married. She was hiding then, running from her traumatic past. And now… Now she’s quite simply magnificent.

  I remove my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor to be dealt with later. “Are you the same virtuous girl I met all those weeks ago who gave me such a run for my money?”

  “I’m the new and greatly improved version of her.”

  Laying my hand flat against her belly, I lean in to kiss her. “You were perfect then, and you’re perfect now.”

  “I’m more perfect now that you’ve helped me to see all that I’m capable of.” She gestures to her sexy outfit. “I never would’v
e been able to do this, to be this, before you. You gave me wings so I could fly.”

  “You had them all along. I just helped you spread them.”

  She raises a brow in a sultry, sexy look that brings me to my knees. “Are we still talking about my wings?”

  Smiling, I kiss her again. I love her this way, saucy and fearless and up for anything. “Talk to me about the club.”

  “I-it was very… Interesting and exciting.”

  Kissing her neck and jaw, I say, “Exciting how?”

  “Watching, having others watch us… All of it.”

  “I loved having you there, gauging your reactions, knowing you were aroused by what you were seeing.”

  “Aroused,” she says with a laugh. “That’s one word for what I was.”

  “Did it surprise you? To be so turned on by it?”

  “A little. I expected to be more nervous and perhaps a bit intimidated. But I wasn’t either of those things. I was… Transported. I don’t know how else to describe it.”

  “That’s a good word, and I know exactly what you mean. There’s something about being there, in a safe, sane environment where such things are encouraged and condoned, that allows you to let go in a totally different way than you can anywhere else.”

  “Yes, that’s it exactly.”

  “Do you know what it means to me that you get it? That you saw what I see at the club, why it matters so much to me? Why I enjoy it as much as I do?”

  “I think I do. I also think I might like to try what Kristian did in our playroom sometime.”

  I stare at her, wanting to take in every amazing detail of her face. “I wish there was some way for me to properly convey to you what it feels like, for the first time in my life, to be exactly where I’m supposed to be, with the person I’m meant to be with.”

  “That part I get, because I feel the same way.” Her hand, which has been flat upon my chest, begins to slide down, leaving a trail of fire behind.

  Though I don’t want to stop her, I place my hand on top of hers. “Are you trying to seduce me so I’ll forget about your punishment?”

 

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