In the Middle

by Sindra van Yssel

  Rob chuckled. She blinked, having expected Ethan to back down. As far as she could tell, he had sub written all over him. And maybe he was, what with his directions and all. But he wasn’t her sub.

  All of a sudden, Rob was holding her waist and pushing on her back, bending her forward. The pressure on her back stopped, but before she could straighten, he’d landed a swat on her backside. This time she was sure the plug had pushed deeper inside. And bent over like that, it was probably on display, as well. She turned red.

  “I’m still teaching her manners,” Rob said. “Please accept my apologies.”

  “Of course, Sir,” Ethan replied smoothly.

  He let go of her, and she got up.

  “What do you say, sub?” Rob asked.

  Did he want her to apologize? “Um, sorry?” she said to Ethan. She didn’t think it sounded very convincing.

  “And to me?”

  Her mind went blank. Clearly fuck you was the wrong answer and not the one she wanted to give, but it was the only thing that popped into her mind. I’m going to giggle if I don’t stop thinking it too. Fuck.

  “I’m teaching you, Louise. And not with a crop this time, either. Well?”

  Oh. “Thank you, Master.”

  “Much better.” He put an arm around her and steered her down the curving hall. “You know,” he said in a low voice when they were out of sight, “you look beautiful, and if you bite the head off every man or woman who stares, you’re going to be in for a very long evening. People are going to look at you, no doubt thinking what a lucky man I am, and trying to think of ways to get you from me. But they aren’t going to succeed, because you are mine, all mine. The next time someone looks, however, I’ll try to distract you from your nakedness.”

  She liked the sound of that for about half a second. What did he have in mind exactly? It seemed unlikely it was anything good.

  She clung to him, walking as close as she could and still keep her balance in the heels, and he let her, steering her gently with his arm. The click-clack of her spikes seemed like gunshots on the floor when they entered the main room. People were looking—he was right about that—but not everyone, because she was far from the only naked woman in the room, and there were a couple of naked men as well. The room was decorated differently than the previous night, with plush throw rugs and velvet cushions scattered near the edges of the floor, and the bondage furniture more plentiful and more central. One woman, attached to an X frame, was already displaying an impressive series of red stripes on her backside. There were so many that some had blended in with others. It reminded her of Rob’s threat. Would he really do that to her? She wanted to know. She didn’t, after all, want to be bullied by an empty threat.

  My curiosity will get the better of me someday. But I want to be mastered. Controlled. Dominated. It still confused her how she could want Rob’s domination so much and enjoy being in control of Daniel less than twelve hours earlier. But the desire was intense.

  She noticed one man staring at her quite openly, despite having his arm wrapped around a nearly naked woman thinner and younger than herself. The man was lounging on a cushion, and his sub’s hand was massaging the crotch of his leather pants. She made the mistake of meeting his gaze.

  At that point, the plug inside her seemed to leap into life, and she could feel the vibrations all the way to her clit. She lost her balance. Rob steadied her. She looked up at him and saw a devilish gleam in his eye. More remote control. She should have known.

  “This way, love,” he said, steering her to the other side of the room, away from the staring man. The idea of getting stroked by one woman while watching another struck her as simultaneously hot and fickle.

  “Would you like that?” she asked, when he’d found an empty rug and lounged on it, using the only cushion on it under his shoulders. He set the briefcase down at his left side.

  “Like what?” He patted the rug next to his right hand. She didn’t think he wanted her to stand there. Cuddle? Kneel? Kneeling seemed safer. And standing with the plug vibrating in her butt was going to be hell.

  She knelt at the spot indicated and told him about the man.

  “Oh, yeah, I saw him looking at you. No, love, I wouldn’t like you to rub me through my leathers. If I want your service, I’d much rather have you take me in your sweet mouth, your ass on display. And I’d keep you there until I came in your throat.”

  Oh my God.

  “Don’t believe me?” He cocked an eyebrow.

  She closed her mouth. She hadn’t known it was open until he asked like that, but she’d been staring at him in disbelief. She believed him now and knew that if she challenged him, he’d have her do it, right then and there. “I believe you. As my Master wishes, of course.” She set her hands on her thighs, not knowing what she wanted him to do or tell her to do. He’ll do whatever he desires, which is what I really want.

  “Good answer. And right now I want you to spread your legs further, so I have an obstructed view of your”—he paused and met her gaze-—“cunt.”

  The deliberateness with which he chose the word aroused her. She’d never liked that word, but she wasn’t in control of what words were used.

  She closed her eyes and spread her thighs open for him, before she looked into his eyes again. Here you are, Master. My pussy. My cunt. The vibrations in her ass continued, reminding her that he had that part of her as well. She had to fight the urge to squirm.

  “Good girl.” He reached up, cupped her breasts, and then plucked at her nipples. Her areolae crinkled in response. “Such lovely breasts.”

  “Yours to play with, Master.” She pushed her chest out, offering them to him. She knew there were dozens of other people in the room, yet her focus had narrowed down to him, and it didn’t matter anymore. Between him playing with her nipples and the thing in her rear shaking, a warmth was building deep in her core. And he hadn’t even touched her pussy yet, although she was very aware of how available it was to him.

  He pulled and pinched, moving his fingers, changing the angle, always concentrating on her tender peaks. She felt her tips lengthen and harden under his attentions, and when his fingers at last left she had to catch her breath. She would have said “enough” a long time ago if she’d been in charge. But then, he’d not have continued, and each touch excited her more. She’d hate to admit it, but she missed his touch.

  He dipped into his bag and came out with two complicated-looking clamps connected by a silver chain. He put the first one on her right nipple. It bit sharply, much more than she had anticipated. Streaks of pain shot through her breast, but then it faded to a dull ache. She had stopped gritting her teeth and felt she could manage it when he attached the other one.

  “Oh my God, that hurts, Master.”

  He smiled. “It will get better.” He kissed her above each sensitive tip. He was right; it was getting better.

  “If I tug on the chain, they’ll tighten. Try to avoid getting it caught on anything.”

  That sounded like good advice. She winced at the idea of them being tighter than they already were. He was holding the chain, though, and that made her nervous.

  “And of course, there’s this.” He reached in his pocket, and the clamps began to buzz. Oddly that actually made them easier to take, like a massage. Pleasure replaced some of the pain. Not all of it, but some. He was looking at her with obvious satisfaction, which made her straighten her back proudly. I’m glad I can take this pain for him. And even like it. Hmm, does that mean I’m really taking it for me?

  He clicked another button, and the buzzing in her ass stopped, but she was still very much aware of the plug’s presence. Having something in her pussy was one thing. Uncomfortable, but a big turn-on. Having something in her rear was a different balance but still some of each. And it wasn’t her choice, so she didn’t need to calculate and figure out what worked best.

  Still, her pussy felt awfully neglected.

  He let go of the chain, and even though it loo
ked delicate, she was immediately aware of its tug and the slight tightening of the clamps on her peaks. If he was to pull on it, she was sure it would be agony. She thought maybe he was going to play with her pussy, but instead he leaned back on his cushion with a smug look on his face.

  I’m going to sit here, and he’s going to push buttons. I’m just like a toy. The thought should have horrified her, but she found herself feeling vaguely pleased. She was sure he’d change things at some point. In the meantime, if this gave him satisfaction, so be it.

  A few minutes tested her resolve. He turned the clamps and plug on and off, alternating the vibrations and driving her crazy until she would happily have humped his leg to give herself some kind of relief. She was trying to bear it all with a smile, but she was getting desperate. He craved that, she knew, wanted her on the edge, wanted her to be the raw, sexual animal she was fast becoming.

  Slowly he reached between her legs, feathering her clit with his fingers, then dipping them into her opening. “Wet. Very wet.” He withdrew his hand, and she moaned and bent her hips in a vain attempt to follow it. Instead she watched him lick his fingers. “Tasty.”

  “Master, would you make me come, please?” She didn’t care that there were people around anymore.

  His fingers drifted across her clit again, his touch far too light. “So concerned with your own needs, Lulu?”

  “Then let me make you come instead.” She wanted to distract herself from the sensations. And right now she didn’t mind one bit the idea of taking his cock down her throat, even though she’d rather do it in private. “Or if you wish, beat me with the crop. I want to know what it’s like.”

  He chuckled. “Do you? You continue to surprise me.” He pushed against the carpet and stood up. “Follow me, two steps behind.” He reached in his pocket and turned all the vibrations on. It didn’t make it easier to stand, but she hurried to obey. He leaned down to pick up his briefcase, which delayed him enough that she was able to follow him in time.

  She saw another sub following her master. The other girl was crawling, collared, on her master’s leash. She was grateful he hadn’t asked her to do that. I would if I was ordered to. There isn’t much I wouldn’t do right now.

  He brought her to one of the X frames and turned the vibrations off again. He put his arm around her waist to move her into place. Facing the cross, she put her hands along the upper reaches of the X and stretched out her legs to match the lower parts. He reached into his bag and took out some rope, with which he bound her to the frame, wrapping thick rope multiple times around her wrists, her ankles, and her thighs, immobilizing her. He felt her hands, rubbing them in his, massaging them. She couldn’t close her legs if she wanted to, couldn’t even try to rub her thighs together for some kind of relief.

  “This is not going to be a long scene, love. You’re new to this sort of thing, and I don’t want to push you beyond what you can take. You’re to tell me if you lose feeling anywhere, but especially your hands. Having them up there makes you feel vulnerable and open, and I like that, but it also makes it harder for your heart to pump blood into them. I’ll be checking them from time to time to make sure they are retaining their warmth. Using your safe word would be appropriate if your fingers go numb. Got that?”

  “Yes, Master.” She didn’t want to safe word when he wasn’t even doing anything wrong, but he set the rules and she trusted him. It felt good to have someone so concerned about her safety. A strong protector. He would take care of her.

  “What is your safe word, sub?”

  “Colorado.”

  “Good girl. Some floggings are for the back, and that’s really what the St. Andrew’s cross is best for, but the spanking bench is occupied. This time it’s going to be all about your ass. I’m going to be beating it. Is that what you want?”

  She took a breath. “Yes, Master.”

  “Good, because that’s what you’re going to get. And since this isn’t punishment, I’m not going to start with the crop.” There was a brief pause, and then he laid something that felt soft and soothing over her shoulder. It smelled of leather. She looked and saw one-inch strips of buttery black leather dangling down.

  “Thank you, Master.” She wanted to feel what it felt like to take a crop, but this was interesting too. He was so careful with her, even when he had to know she was in a mental state that meant he could get away with anything. It’s probably written all over my face.

  He took the flogger away from her shoulder. “Now then, we begin. Don’t count strokes or anything. Just feel.”

  She nodded and clenched her butt in anticipation of a sting. When she heard the slap of the thing against her cheeks, she jerked away before she managed to process that it felt like a tickle. Not really painful at all. She’d hurt worse from scrubbing herself with a loofah.

  She thrust her butt back out, to show him she wanted more. She even wiggled it, giving him a target, although there was only so much she could do with her thighs strapped tight to the frame.

  “Mmm, well done.” His praise made her glow inside. He slapped the flogger against her ass again, harder, and she didn’t flinch. It was nothing, really. She gyrated her ass again. Her pussy felt like it was dripping, and she wondered how on display it was. She wanted him to touch it and feel how wet she was for him.

  The next few strokes seemed to come one on top of each other, weaving a pattern on her ass she couldn’t figure out. She heard his boots pound the floor as he moved back and forth, changing the angle, keeping up the pace. The smell of candle wax filled her nostrils, but she could barely take in the waxing scene a few yards in front of her. She closed her eyes again, wanting to focus on the sensations. Her ass felt warm, and every once in a while one of the swings would move the plug inside her. It was almost like he was fucking her there, with the thrusts happening far apart. Her mind drifted. In spite of the repeated impact of the flogger, she was feeling calm. Comfortable.

  He rubbed her ass with his cool hand and then pushed it forward to slide his fingers into her pussy. She jerked against her ropes, wanting more. With his other hand, he touched first one of her hands and then the other. All the while his fingers moved inside her, but after he’d checked her hands, he took his fingers out of her pussy to rub her clit, his fingers slipping around it easily because of her wetness. He brought her to the brink of orgasm and then slid his fingers inside again, one stroke, two; then he was gone, leaving her to whimper in frustration. So close. But to be with a man who knew exactly when to stop, even if she badly wanted him to continue, was its own pleasure. She was in his hands. She relaxed and surrendered to him.

  “These you should count. There will be six. They will be spaced, so you have a chance to absorb each one before moving on to the next. Because you have been warmed up and because you’re so turned on, they won’t hurt as much as they would if it were punishment. But it will give you a taste. I’ll be striking with the length of the crop rather than flicking you with the tip. There’s more thud that way, and the sting is spread out over a longer area. Ready?” She heard the crop whistle through the air, but it didn’t hit her. He was letting her know it was there.

  She didn’t think she’d ever be entirely ready. She wished he’d hit her six times hard and fast, like he’d done with the three from the belt, so he could get on with fucking her silly. But she was still feeling in a bit of a haze, and it was hard to care much. “Ready, Master.”

  The first stroke felt like a line of liquid fire across the fleshiest part of her backside and brought her back to reality. She made a noise that sounded to her like a wounded seal; she didn’t even know she could make a noise like that. Her butt jerked away, and the action shook the whole frame. The sting faded some, but it still hurt like hell. Belatedly she remembered she was supposed to count. “Uh, one?” No way were there going to be six like that.

  Then her breasts started to buzz. It distracted her from the pain in her ass. She’d almost gotten used to the feeling of having her nipples cla
mped. She took a breath.

  “This is your first time, so I won’t make you recount. But try again, because ‘uh, one’ is not sufficient.”

  “One, Master. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. Unclench your bum. It won’t hurt as much.”

  She nodded and tried to obey. The butt plug at least gave her some feedback when she relaxed; when she clenched, she drew it deeper in, and it felt more invasive. She knew she didn’t have to worry about it falling out.

  The buzzing in her tits stopped. A second later, another row of fire, below the other. She squeezed the plug hard and grabbed at the frame. “Two, Master!” He checked her fingers and then turned the vibrating nipple clamps on again.

  “I rather liked you thanking me earlier.” He paused, and when she didn’t say anything immediately, feeling dazed by the sensations, he added, “In fact, I insist on it.”

  She gulped. “Thank you, Master.” With an effort, she relaxed again.

  He walked around to the other side. Another stroke, another buzz in her tits. “Three, Master. Thank you!”

  “Halfway there.”

  She nodded, biting her lip. I can do this. I can.

  “You turn me on, Lulu, with your red-striped bum and your shaved pussy and your filled ass. I’m so hard I think I’m in danger of busting a seam.”

  She grinned. For that she could definitely do this. She loved turning him on.

  He walked back. Turned off the vibrations. She tried to relax as best she could.

  This one jolted her, making her shake the frame again. “Argggggghhh!” Tears streamed down her face, but her butt felt like it was burning in a way that wouldn’t ever stop. There was no way she was taking two more. None. She opened her mouth again to say her safe word—what was it again?

  She didn’t expect him to move around to her front and pull on the chain that connected the two nipple clamps, but he did, and the jolt of pain at the tips of her breasts startled her. The clamps tightened, as he’d told her they would. She felt disoriented and forgot what she was going to say. And yet somehow, one pain eased the other. She decided she could take one more stroke, maybe. Two? Ugh. Too much. She wanted him inside her so badly. Her tits felt on fire, her ass felt on fire, but being filled with a cock would make it feel all better.