The Final Twist Untwisted Series Book Five

by Raine, Alice

  Keeping our eyes locked, I removed my suit jacket, folded it, and hung it over a rail to my left. I loosened my tie, then popped my shirt cuffs open and set about rolling up my sleeves so they sat in meticulous rolls just below my elbows. No slap-dash scrunching of material here; no, this was all about perfect attention to detail. Stella watched every second of my preparation in rapt fascination, her eyes widening even further and her mouth hanging slightly parted as she drew in ragged breaths.

  I loved the fact that she was so affected already and I hadn’t even laid a finger on her.

  God, I was fucking good.

  ‘Tell me your safe words, please.’ Stella knew her words, but it was safe practice to always make sure of them, so to set a good example to the clubgoers, I opted to briefly cover the formality before we began.

  ‘Green for good, yellow if I want to discuss something, and red for stop.’

  I thrust my hands into the pockets of my trousers and stood there, prepped, ready, and so aroused that the fly of my trousers was straining forwards, not that I gave a flying fuck if anyone noticed it. ‘And your colour now is?’

  ‘Green, Sir.’

  ‘Good girl.’ After praising her, I just stared at Stella, not speaking a single word, but tilting my head to one side as if planning what I should do to her. Soon, the anticipation and waiting would get the better of one of us, but I decided to hold my ground and see which of us gave in the sooner.

  After about 45 seconds of still, silent, intense eye contact, she huffed out a shallow breath and her tongue darted out again, moistening her bottom lip. Then she briefly chewed on the plumpest part in the centre.

  My self-control could be pretty flawless when I really wanted it to be, so I’d expected her to break first, but what I hadn’t expected was for her to do it with goddamn lip-chewing. To be honest, I sometimes wondered if she did it on purpose to taunt me, because I knew she liked the punishments I doled out. I wasn’t sure, but one thing was certain – just because we were in Club Twist in front of an audience didn’t mean I’d let her get away with it.

  Narrowing my eyes, I focused my gaze in on the movement and wondered what the best punishment would be. Looking again to where she was rolling her teeth back and forth across her lips, I scowled. Perhaps I should put her mouth to better use; I’d rather like her lips wrapped around my throbbing cock right about now, and it would certainly stop her chewing her bloody lip.

  As tempting as that thought was, I decided that I didn’t want to blow my load so early on in the scene, so I opted for keeping it simple. Nodding my head, I finally removed my hands from my trouser pockets and briefly rubbed them together.

  A good ol’ spanking would do nicely, and with the theatrics and noise of the action it was always a crowd pleaser. Stella got a thrill from them, even if I was doing it for punishment, and I certainly enjoyed the sting that it brought to my palm.

  Lowering to her eye level, I kept my face as blank as possible, to really kick her heartrate up a few gears, and raised a hand, brushing my thumb across her trapped lip. ‘As you have yet again gone against my wishes, we will start tonight’s proceedings with a spanking. Tell me what you have done wrong, so that you can learn from it in the future.’ My words were more for the crowd’s benefit than hers, because Stella knew full well what she’d done to irk me, but it added a nice touch to the scene, and again gave a good indication of safe practice. A submissive should never be punished just for the sake of it; there should always be a reason, and that must be clear and understood by both the Dom and the sub.

  I stood up to my full height again and watched as Stella cleared her throat several times before managing to speak. ‘I bit my lip, Sir.’

  ‘And?’ My retort was instant, and my tone sharp, so I softened it with a wink that only Stella would be able to see. It was brief, but would be enough to reassure her that my harder demeanour was just part of the scene. She might willingly give me her submission when I demanded it, but Stella was well aware how tightly wrapped around her finger she had me in day-to-day life.

  Crossing my arms across my chest, I stared down at her, waiting for her reply. ‘And I nodded at you, Sir, when I know you prefer an audible reply.’

  Pulling in a deep breath I nodded in satisfaction. ‘You also forgot your place earlier, and spoke in an incorrect tone,’ I reminded her briskly. ‘I will spank you ten times for each misdemeanour, making thirty in total.’

  Stella’s cheeks flushed with desire, and her pupils dilated as she absorbed my words. ‘Yes, Sir.’

  I moved to her side and placed a hand on the nape of her neck. Then I made a show of moving down her body to her hips, dragging my hand as I went so that it ran down the zip of the dress and disappeared between her legs. There was a murmur in the crowd as I paused there, my hand suddenly able to feel the heat coming from Stella’s body. Briefly pressing my hand against her crotch, I let out a soft moan at just how wet the material was. Fuck. The urge to roll her over and take her there and then was so overwhelming that I had to force myself to pause and do a calming countdown in my head.

  As I counted from five to zero, I massaged my fingers against her sensitive core, but like a true pro Stella managed to remain relatively still. As a reward, when I reached zero, I gave a small pinch to her clit which had her bucking from the bench with a breathy yelp and caused me to smile smugly. Perhaps she wasn’t quite as in control as I’d thought.

  Immediately removing my fingers, I then pressed down on her lower back to calm her thrashing, and clicked my tongue. ‘Punishment first, then pleasure, Stella. Remember?’

  I just about heard an impatient grumble under her breath, before she answered me just in time to save herself from an additional punishment. ‘Yes, Sir … sorry.’

  Taking my time, I explored her bare legs, running my fingers around her ankles and calves and enjoying the way the skin pebbled into goose pimples below my touch. Finally, when I had calmed myself enough to continue without fucking her senseless, I ran both hands from her knees up to her gorgeous bottom and tapped the cheeks. ‘Lift to your knees.’

  Stella obliged immediately, lifting her pelvis so I could carefully fold her dress up around her middle, then adjusting her position so she was crouched on her elbows and knees.

  Submissive, wiling and waiting.

  Fucking lovely.

  Her fabulous arse was now on display, but thankfully she was wearing the lacy French knickers I had given her for today to hide some of her modesty. They were white, which gave a nice “inexperienced sub” vibe to the proceedings, and showed the lower part of her buttocks, but they weren’t entirely see-through so just about satisfied my jealous streak.

  I could see her arousal dampening the material between her legs, and smirked proudly as I gave her arse another quick caress before pulling my hand back and landing the first sharp smack to one cheek.

  Stella gasped and her buttocks tensed, but as a beautiful red bloomed on her arse cheek, she remembered to count her punishment. ‘One. Thank you, Sir.’

  She continued to be the perfect sub, counting every spank and thanking me each time in a breathy voice which grew higher and needier with each passing second. I shared the blows between her cheeks until both were a gorgeous shade of red, my palms were tingling, and my cock was throbbing in time with my raised pulse.

  Once I reached thirty, I walked back to the head of the bench and dropped down onto my haunches so that our faces were level. Cupping her chin, I moved in close enough that our noses were touching and briefly rubbed the tip of mine against hers in a reassuring gesture. Her breath was coming in short, hard pants now, but her eyes were still bright and wide and her cheeks were beautifully flushed, clearly displaying her extreme arousal.

  ‘OK so far, gorgeous?’

  Her lips curled into a shy smile at my compliment and she nodded. ‘Yes, Sir.’ The response was immediate, and absolutely fucking perfect.

  I nodded once and placed a brief kiss on her forehead. Then, taking the f
logger in my right hand, I began to use it to warm the skin of her calves and thighs with a series of gentle, flicking strokes. I didn’t want to appear completely soft, though, so on the occasions that she writhed around too much, or moaned a touch too loudly, I gave the flicks of my wrist more power so she got a little stinger thrown in the mix every now and then.

  Having placed the flogger down on her back, I then rearranged her position on the bench so she was once again lying down on her stomach. This time, though, I took advantage of the stirrups at the bottom of the bench, placing her legs into each one so that her legs were spread.

  Standing back, I hummed my approval of the new position. It meant she could lie comfortably, but still gave me access if I wished to get to her inner thighs with the flogger. Which I did. Looking again at the lace between her legs, I briefly found myself breaking one of my own rules and chomping down on my lower lip to try to subdue my lust. Her legs were now wide enough that if she were naked the crowd behind me would have a spectacular view of her pussy. Not that I would ever allow that to happen.

  During this brief pause in proceedings, I took the opportunity to look across at Oliver again to see if he was still watching. As I had suspected, he was, and so, with a reverent lowering of my head, I decided to follow through on my earlier idea and gestured to the stage in invitation.

  He quirked an eyebrow at me in surprise and briefly rubbed his chin as he considered my offer. Then, after a moment’s further pause, he nodded once, stood up, followed my example of removing his jacket, and strode towards me exuding his usual confidence.

  I might be heterosexual through and through, but I could see why Stella had been intrigued by him. He oozed confidence.

  I picked up my flogger and retrieved a second one from the rack behind me – a rather lovely soft suede one. I handed it to Oliver with another respectful tilt of my head, causing a small murmur to run through the crowd as he weighed it in his hand.

  It was rare for me to perform, but even more of a treat to get to see Oliver Wolfe in action, even if this was going to be a fairly tame scene.

  Once he’d tucked the flogger under one arm, he rolled up his shirt sleeves, taking his time the way I had, so that the material sat in a neat fold just below his elbows. Apart from our hair colour, we could almost be twins: suit trousers, smart shoes, sleeves rolled up, ties knotted to perfection, and floggers in hand.

  ‘Nathan …’ Stella’s quiet squeak brought my attention down to her face, but Oliver stepped to her side and landed a swift, snapping flick of the flogger to her right buttock.

  ‘You are in front of an audience. Remember the correct title for your Master,’ he reminded her quietly, his tone more coaxing than chastising.

  ‘Yes … Sir. Sorry,’ she mumbled, still looking up at me with imploring eyes, even though she was repeatedly flicking her gaze between Oliver and me.

  Wanting to check that she was all right, I dropped to my haunches and gently soothed some wayward hairs from her face. ‘OK, my sweet girl?’

  ‘I am … Sir. But … I … I don’t want him to join in, not sexually, I mean. I meant what I said earlier, I only want you.’

  Mine. My eyes fluttered shut at just how perfect her words were, but then I quickly opened them to reassure her. ‘No one gets to touch you skin on skin except for me. I would, however, like Oliver to join in and show you his skills with the flogger. He has quite a talent for it. You’d like it, I’m sure.’

  And that was a fact I knew from first-hand experience.

  ‘OK. If you’re sure, Sir?’

  I really loved the fact that she was checking with me. It was exactly what a properly trained sub would do, except perhaps their phrasing would have been slightly slicker, something along the lines of, “If it pleases you, Sir.”

  Nodding slowly, I stood up and gave her hair a gentle caress. ‘I’m sure.’ Oliver came to my side and ran the tails of the flogger across Stella’s back. Even through the material of her dress she must have felt it, because she shivered slightly, which caused Oliver to smile and meet my gaze.

  ‘Gorgeous. Sensitive, isn’t she?’ he observed, repeating the movement and receiving the same response from Stella, who was now audibly panting from arousal.

  ‘Exceptionally,’ I agreed proudly, amazed that I wasn’t feeling my usual stabbing jealousy. It almost felt … nice … to share this experience with Oliver. Perhaps it was because of my history with him, or maybe I just knew him well enough to know that he would treat this scene professionally, and not use it as an opportunity to ogle my woman.

  I gently lowered the zip on Stella’s dress and folded the material out to the sides. Because of the loose design, I could expose a large portion of her lower and mid back.

  My left eye gave an impatient twitch when I realised there was no bra strap visible. The little minx had gone braless? Fuck. That knowledge sent such a huge jolt of lust to my cock that I almost felt breathless for a second or two.

  ‘I presume that as she has received her punishment you would now like to proceed with a pleasurable flogging?’

  Oliver’s words helped to ground me, and with a nod, I ran the strands of my flogger through my fingertips as I tried to calm my throbbing arousal. My goddamn groin just wouldn’t calm the fuck down at the moment. No doubt my lack of self-control hadn’t gone unnoticed by Oliver, but at least I was holding myself back and doing my best to ignore the bulge tenting the front of my trousers.

  Swallowing hard, I moved to Stella’s left-hand side while Oliver took her right, then, working in tandem, we began to land alternate flicks of our floggers onto her flawless skin.

  Starting at the soles of her feet, we spent the next 15 minutes working a teasing trail up her calves, thighs, buttocks, ribs, arms and back until no piece of exposed skin had been ignored.

  Initially, Stella had writhed around, moaning her enjoyment, but gradually her body went limp until she simply lay there accepting the pleasure. It was quite possible that she had actually entered subspace now.

  I moved in front of her and bent down again to check that she was OK. My suspicions were further supported by the blissed-out expression on her face, which told me everything I needed to know.

  ‘It would appear your girl is rather enjoying herself,’ Oliver remarked, nodding approvingly at Stella’s dazed expression.

  ‘What colour are you?’ I asked her, my voice thick from arousal, and knowing that the question was needless.

  ‘Definitely green, Sir. It’s so good. Thank you.’ Smiling up at me, she reached out and gripped my thighs, taking me by surprise as she moved one of her hands to cup my erection. ‘Let me make it good for you too, Sir …’

  Oliver smirked at the moan I let out and moved back towards Stella’s legs. ‘Do I have your permission to put her out of her misery?’

  My body tensed slightly as a spike of possessiveness swept through me. Did I want him to make her come? Would I allow it? It would certainly be a big step for me. Fucking monumental, really.

  While I was still debating it, Oliver tilted his head and looked down to where Stella was now attempting to undo the zip of my trousers. ‘You have a beautiful woman clawing at your trousers, Nathan. Why not let her take care of you, while I take care of her?’

  I hadn’t been intending to make this a particularly sexual scene – it was going to be a flogging, and possibly an orgasm for Stella – but as I looked down again and saw the desperation on my girl’s face I gave in to the arousal that had been flowing through me all night. I nodded at her to continue before briefly flicking my gaze to Oliver and giving him permission.

  ‘Make her come, but only use the flogger. No touching.’

  With an amused grin, Oliver nodded his agreement. He stepped between Stella’s legs where he began to flick lightly with the strands of the flogger. I didn’t have time to feel jealous of what he might be seeing, because Stella’s response was immediate as she gasped, and desperately tugged my zip down and practically gobbled me into her hot mout
h.

  My head fell back and a pained groan rose up my throat as I fought against my arousal, clinging to a shred of control in an effort not to come in less than one second.

  Holy fuck, that felt so good. She was noisier than usual, slurping and licking at me frantically, while also mewling her own pleasure as Oliver continued with the flogger between her legs.

  I could tell when Stella got close because she gave up twirling her tongue around my cock and instead she sucked as much of my length into her mouth as she could, uncontrollably sucking and jerking her hand around my base at the same time so that I bumped repeatedly against the back of her throat.

  ‘Come,’ Oliver suddenly demanded, the force of his tone and the harder flick of the flogger enough to send both Stella and myself tumbling over into our climaxes as my cock jerked wildly in her mouth and muffled the cries she made as her own orgasm swept through her body.

  I wanted to collapse to the floor after the power of my release, but knowing we had an audience, I somehow managed to remain standing. Stella seemed even more of a pro than me, managing to swallow down my release, then work me down with soft licks of her tongue as Oliver carefully folded her dress back in place to cover her lower half.

  Once I was tucked back in my trousers, I looked to Oliver and nodded my head in thanks. Returning my gesture, he opened a door behind him and indicated to the darkened recovery room with a sweep of his arm. ‘Good scene. I’ll catch up with you both later once you’ve had some time alone.’

  I scooped Stella’s relaxed body up into my arms and carried her into the adjoining room. I thanked Oliver as he shut the door behind us, leaving me alone with my girl.

  This was one of many small chill-out rooms that Club Twist had. They were specifically designed to give customers time to recover after performing a scene. Some Doms had a particular aftercare routine they would carry out with their subs, either physically or emotionally. We didn’t have a set routine, but I always liked to discuss how Stella had found the scene, and I liked to keep her close as she came down from her adrenaline rush. This feeling was mirrored by Stella, because she always wanted to be held while she recovered from the highs of the pleasure.