He squeezed her hip. “Speak.”
“You said this was just for tonight. Sir. Just sex.”
His fingers dug a bit tighter, as though he suddenly didn’t want to let go. Clearing his throat, he continued. “BDSM isn’t simply about sex. It’s a way of thinking and feeling. You’ll see.”
Gael continued to touch her, lightly slapping, pinching and caressing her skin as he went. At no point did he ever break contact, even when he did something she didn’t expect. Unlike the first two spanks, Gael had let up on the intensity of the pain he inflicted upon her. Whenever he brought his hand down, the spank didn’t seem to bite as keenly as it had. Alice stopped tensing each time she anticipated the slap. It was odd, but it was as if her body had managed to adjust to the pain, accepting it for what it was.
“Good girl.” He squeezed her ass cheek again, this time a slight sting sunk into the flesh from the previous abuse. “You’ve been sitting still for me. I didn’t think that was possible.”
Alice’s face flushed once more. “Thank you, Sir.”
In truth, the experience hadn’t been as bad as she’d originally thought.
“Now that I’ve warmed you up, we can begin having some fun.”
She turned her face, trying to find Gael. “Sir? That was a warm-up?”
“You didn’t honestly think things would be that easy, did you? You watched the woman on the cross. You saw how far her Dom had pushed her, how beautifully red her skin had grown.”
He moved around to the front of the bench, giving her a glimpse of what he had in store for her next. “This is a flogger. And it’s going to leave the most beautiful marks on your body.”
Unlike the single whiptail the man had used on his sub, the flogger had a dozen or more thick leather strands connected to a single long handle. Gael draped the leather across her cheek, tickling the skin with their soft tips.
“This will be different from the spanking. I’ll have more control over where and how hard I can hit you. It won’t just be your ass that feels this.”
One of the leather strands got stuck on her moist bottom lip, and tugged slightly against it before Gael pulled it free.
“This is my personal toy. I keep it here for those occasions when I have someone special I want to play with.”
Someone special? He thought she was someone special?
“Relax. Focus on the sensations of the flogger against your skin. Feel how different it is from what my hand did to you. Notice how your body reacts to those differences.”
Alice didn’t completely notice that he’d moved away from her head and now stood behind her. Her mind was still turning his directions over and over, trying to understand what he meant. It was as if her ability to reason things through was slowly slipping away from her the longer she was tied down. Maybe this place was magical and she was falling under some sort of spell.
Or she’d finally accepted this descent into madness.
The first blow of the flogger against her skin wasn’t painful. Gael rained the ends across first one, then the second shoulder blade. He started up a pattern diagonally across her body shoulder to hip—right to left, left to right—until the rhythm began to relax her. There was no pain, no discomfort. It was as if she had signed up for an unusual sort of massage and she was now able to reap the benefits.
The ends of the flogger moved lower, this time tracing a pattern down her ass cheeks and thighs, side to side once more. As Gael continued to work her over with the flogger, the contact was increasing in pressure. The pain didn’t come all at once, overwhelming her the way the spankings did. This time her body had time to adjust to things, absorb the stinging into her muscles and let it warm her core.
Even more surprising was the fact she was getting turned on. It shouldn’t happen and yet her pussy was as wet as before, her clit hard and desperate to be touched. It would take little to push her over the edge.
Gael groaned and increased the intensity of the hits once again. All the resistance in her muscles bled away, giving her no choice but to let the sensations bowl her over. The pain was there, but would disappear into a haze after each strike as her skin was left vibrating. Alice was moaning uncontrollably now, her mouth seemingly unable to close as the sounds left her.
She became vaguely aware that Gael had dropped the flogger and was now standing by her head. On some level she registered that he was opening up his pants and taking his cock out. But when he pressed the tip against her tongue, she didn’t move.
“Swallow me. That’s it. Be a good girl.”
Her lips closed around him, but there was little chance she’d be able to give him much in the way of suction. If he cared, Gael gave no indication. He began to thrust into her mouth, pushing so far back Alice wasn’t sure if she’d be able to still breathe. His hands found her face and held her in place. His thumbs caressed her cheeks as he fucked her.
“God, so beautiful like this.” He groaned and closed his eyes. “I’m going to come.”
Instead of filling her mouth the way Alice figured he would, Gael pulled out and stroked his cock until he came across her shoulder. She couldn’t figure out why he wouldn’t do that to her, when there was no way she’d have been able to stop him. A splash of his essence had found its way close enough that Alice was able to stick her tongue out and steal a taste. She’d never liked the flavor of come before, but now it was as if she were experiencing it for the first time. The bitter tang filled her mouth, making it water, wanting to lap up more.
Gael cupped her face in his hands once more. Alice managed to look him in the eye, still feeling stunned by the pace of events. For his part, Gael looked nearly as confused as Alice felt. For a moment she thought he might actually lean in and kiss her. Instead he ran his thumb across her cheek, rubbing the come into her skin.
“You’re been so good. Not many women I know would be able to handle that level of intensity.”
“Sir?” Her mouth was dry and the word threatened to get stuck.
“At the end I wasn’t holding back. I was—” He closed his eyes and groaned. “You deserve a treat, Alice.”
He set about freeing her wrists and ankles from the bench, taking time to massage the muscles in her arms and legs as he went. It was amazing how stiff she’d gotten, even being in such a comfortable position. Instead of taking her from the bench completely, Gael helped her roll over so her back pressed against the now warm leather.
“Gael?”
“Fuck, I can’t stop myself. Putting everything at risk.” Shoving her legs wide, he dropped to his knees in front of her. “Doesn’t matter. I can smell how turned on you are. You want this.”
Alice tried to lower her hands and cover her pussy, suddenly embarrassed. He’d seen her naked all night. Hell, the whole club had seen her walking around. Why she should feel embarrassed about him seeing how wet he’d made her was weird.
As soon as she tried to move, he slapped her hands away, followed by a spank to the side of her thigh. “Never hide yourself. You’re far too beautiful for that.”
Gael reached up and ran his thumb through her pubic hair. He rubbed the wetness into the coarse strands, pushed them to the side and exposing her clit. His thumb breached her body, scraping against the top of her pussy for a moment before going back to circle around her clit.
“I know you’re close. I can see how big and swollen you are. I want you to try and hold back. I don’t want you to come until I tell you. Understand?”
Alice managed to force herself to nod a moment before he pressed the pad of his thumb to the hood of her clit. The nearly blinding pleasure had her squeezing her eyes shut and clenching her teeth together. God, she wasn’t going to be able to do this. How the hell could he expect her to hold back after everything he’d put her body through?
Having to prevent her orgasm was almost painful. She wanted the release, needed to let things go before she couldn’t stand it any longer.
She’d grown so tense that she didn’t notice Gael had
shifted until the hot wash of his breath rolled across her pussy. That was the only warning she got before his tongue licked a path across her mound. The soft, wet heat had her crying out and tightening her hold on the bench. Her legs shook from the strain of holding still; her heart raced as every cell in her body seemed to itch.
“Relax.” He mouthed the words against her clit before sucking on it gently. “Relax into the feelings.”
Her breath was coming now in huge gasps, timed nearly perfectly with the lapping pace of his tongue. Her hips began to buck to the rhythm, driving her closer to her orgasm, even as she tried to hold herself back.
“I...can’t.” She groaned, turning her face to the side. “Can’t. No, no, no.”
Gael chuckled. “Yes, you can.”
He thrust two fingers hard into her pussy, pushing against the top of her vagina as he fucked her with them. His tongue, once teasing with its caress, now flicked hard and steady against her clit. There was no chance for her to retreat from the sensations, or escape the pleasure. When she thought there was no place for her to go, her body tensed and the first tingle of her approaching orgasm warmed her core.
“God, oh God. I’m...please. Close.”
“Come for me.”
Gael sucked hard at the same time he pressed his fingers in, and that was all Alice could handle. Her body bowed off the bench and she shoved her pussy hard against his face. Pleasure erupted through her, blinding her sight and turning her deaf. Waves of pleasure mixed with the pain from her sensitized skin of her back and ass, until she couldn’t tell the two apart.
She’d lost track of how long her orgasm lasted, her body far beyond her control and her mind unable to keep up. Eventually the pulses slowed until there was only the occasional burst that caught her by surprise.
Gael at some point had gotten to his feet and now stood a short distance away from her. It would have been nice to have him take her in his arms much the same way that the Dom by the cross had looked after his sub. Alice wasn’t even sure he was aware of her, standing as he was, surveying the club.
Maybe he was looking for another playmate already.
Was that how things went here? Use a woman for his needs and then toss her aside?
Her gaze locked onto his back, mesmerized by the up-down motion of his steady breathing. She’d seen him like this once before in the office, after a particularly nasty conference with one of the partners. Back then she’d admired his ability to rein in his emotions, to keep himself so detached from what must have been a frustrating situation. Now though...not so much.
He tried to warn you.
Alice shakily pushed herself up so she was able to perch herself on the side of the bench. Now that she was coming down from her high, the tenderness of her ass and back was starting to register. She didn’t want to know exactly how red everything was back there.
Gael crossed his arms. “We need to get your dress.”
Although she wasn’t expecting roses and poems, having him at least pretend to give a shit about what they’d done together would have been nice.
Ignoring the churning of her stomach, she got to her feet and tried not to wobble too much as she walked. “I’ll get it.”
“I will take you.”
“But—”
“It’s not up for discussion. I’m not leaving you alone in this place.”
Alice wasn’t sure if they were still being Dom and sub at this point, or had switched to Gael and Alice, but either way she could tell he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “Fine.” She got into position just behind him, ignoring his hand when he eventually offered it.
“You’re the most stubborn...” He pinched the bridge of his nose before turning sharply and marching toward the small bay where they’d started their evening.
Alice once more found herself trailing after Gael, now with a deeper understanding of who he was as a man, but seemingly more confused about where things now lay between them. She’d learned something about herself, but didn’t have a clue if this was nothing more than a one-time appeal given the weirdness of the events, or if she’d now never be able to have sex any other way.
Was BDSM programmed into her now? Did that even make sense?
Laughter and moaning reached her before she stepped up behind where Gael had stopped. Alice gasped when her gaze landed on the two people in the room. Mistress Red was sitting in the chair, her dress pulled up high and her legs wide. The man who’d run into her out on the street, who she’d followed into the club, was on his knees between Mistress Red’s thighs.
Except he wasn’t eating her pussy, but rather sucking her cock.
Alice’s head began to spin.
“Christ,” Gael muttered before venturing into the room and picking Alice’s dress off the floor where it had been thrown.
“Umm baby.” Mistress Red pulled the man’s head from her cock. “Jealous, Gael? I’d be more than happy to let you have some.” She bucked her hips into the air.
“You’re a man.” Alice couldn’t believe it. The way she was dressed, the lilt of her voice. “But I thought...”
“You’ve never seen a tranny before?” Mistress Red giggled. “Oh she’s precious. You’re too much of a bastard for her, Gael.”
“Fuck off, Red.” He tossed the dress at Alice. “Get dressed.”
“Oooh, someone’s got a bee up their ass.” She pushed the man’s head back to her cock, where he immediately began to suck on it. “I take it you didn’t have fun. Poor boy. I guess she wasn’t a good enough lay for you.”
“You know nothing about it.” Picking up Alice’s purse, Gael turned back to face her. “You need to leave.”
Alice pulled her sundress on, feeling odd about not having any panties beneath it. The soft cotton teased the sensitive skin of her back and ass. “I did everything you asked.”
Shit, she sounded like a pouty five-year-old.
Gael must have thought the same. “Don’t start.”
“I’m not starting anything.” Alice stepped back, no longer able to look at him. “Don’t worry—I’m leaving.”
There was no apology from him, no softness to cut the hard edge. Alice was in a strange place with a man who didn’t want her here. No matter how good the sex was, she wasn’t the type of woman to throw herself into a situation where she wasn’t wanted. She had too much self-respect for that.
Ignoring the giggles from Mistress Red, Alice turned her back on Gael and walked as fast as she could from Wonderland.
Chapter Nine
“Oh my, God. I can’t believe this is happening to me.”
Alice sat on Petra’s couch, a box of unopened dildos beside her, and watched her friend pace. In their phone conversation, Alice had heard only that Petra’s one-night stand was in fact her online nemesis D. Williams of the Mantastic advice blog. Needing the distraction that her friend’s crisis would provide, Alice skipped her Sunday morning coffee ritual and headed straight over.
“Pet, you’re going to wear a hole in the floor if you don’t sit down.”
“How the hell do you expect me to sit?” Petra’s untamed curls were a frizzy mess around her head, bouncing this way and that as she ran her hands through them. “He must have known it was me all along. That explains why he spoke to us at the coffee shop.”
Alice had been fascinated by the way Darcy had always followed Petra’s every move whenever they were in the same room. Sure Petra didn’t believe her own sex appeal, but Alice believed without reasonable doubt that Darcy was totally taken by her friend. It would only be a matter of time and circumstances before they would be together in some fashion.
You deserve a treat, Alice.
Shifting on the couch, she thumbed the unopened box of dildos. “Hon, I don’t think he knew who you were. The way you two go at each other online, I have no doubt he’d be the first to tease you in person.”
“But he must have!” Petra growled before marching toward the kitchen. “I need wine.”
“I
t’s ten in the morning.”
“I’ll pretend to be Catholic.”
“God will smite you for that.”
Petra’s snort echoed across to Alice. “He has better reasons than that for wanting to smite me.”
The spray of water and the whirl of the coffee grinder told Alice that her friend had opted for a less blasphemous option. Not that Alice would have said no to a healthy dose of alcohol, even if it was early. Sleep had completely eluded her once she’d gotten home from Wonderland. Her hour-long shower couldn’t chase away the feel and smell of Gael from her skin. And the moment she’d climbed into bed, she felt every inch of the marks that she was certain covered her ass and back.
Her mind hadn’t stopped racing from the second she’d walked out of the club. Memories of the trip home were blank, instead filled with the perfect recollection of every second she’d spent with Gael.
Gael the sexual dominant.
The man she’d have to come face to face with tomorrow morning.
“Alice?”
With a slight jump, Alice looked up into Petra’s concerned gaze. Taking the offered coffee, all she could do was smile. “Thanks.”
“Hon, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” The only person more defensive about her than her mother was Petra. The last thing she needed was to transfer her ire from Darcy to Gael. Especially when there was nothing she could do to fix matters. “Sorry, I had a shitty night’s sleep.”
“Are you sure? You were totally zoned out there.”
“One hundred percent.” Taking a too-large sip of the hot coffee, she made room for Petra beside her. “Now, tell me what you plan to do about Mr. Williams.”
Alice did her very best to listen to her best friend rant and rave about the man she was clearly more than a little in love with. The problem was, every time Petra would say something, all Alice could think of was Gael, Wonderland and the life-altering sex she’d had.
“I mean, yes Darcy was hot and knew exactly what I wanted in bed.”
Gael pushing the straps of her dress down.
“And I’m too embarrassed to tell you some of the things I actually said to him in bed.”
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