by Penny Wylder
“Christine,” he says. “Stop. Please.”
I suck back to the tip and release him from my mouth just long enough to ask him, “Why?”
“Because if you keep going, I’m going to come.”
“And?”
He groans, and his fingers tense in my hair again. “And I want to be inside you when I do.”
I grin. “I’m not stopping you from doing that. You see, here at Club Deep we have a policy that a first time blow job can’t end before someone comes.” I don’t give him the chance to respond. Instead I dive back down onto his cock, taking absolutely everything I can, and sucking him hard. It doesn’t take long. He’s shaking before I even pull my mouth back, and I tease him with my tongue until he explodes. He cries out, hips forcing his cock deeper between my lips, and I swallow as he comes. He tastes like salt and man, and something I imagine is my own deep satisfaction. The look he gives me is priceless—slack-jawed awe and pure desire. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, trying to look just as cheeky as I feel.
“My turn,” he says, lifting me up from my knees and straight into the air. He lays me on the table, and before I can even ask him what the plan is, there’s a strap across my stomach and arms. It tightens, holding me in place, but not so tight that it hurts. Another strap goes above my breasts and across my hips. Straps for each thigh, calf, and ankle. When he’s finished the only thing I can move is my head, and barely. My heart rate spikes knowing there’s absolutely no way to get out of this. I can’t catch my breath. I pull against the restraints but they won’t budge. I feel panic rising, and then Hudson is over me.
“Christine, breathe.”
I do. The command seemingly forcing air into my lungs. I’m fine. I’m fine. Maybe.
His eyes run up and down me, like he’s looking for something. “Club Deep has a safe word. Do you know what that is?”
I take another breath, and the panic recedes with my breath. “I say it and things stop.”
“That’s right,” he says. “It’s ‘Red.’ Say it for me.”
“Red.”
He nods.. “All of these rooms are wired with microphones and monitored by security. If you say it, everything stops. It will get picked up by security and there will be a monitor and security will be in this room in ten seconds. But,” he smiles. “I hope that you feel safe enough with me that you won’t want to use it.”
I nod. I don’t think I’ve ever been tied up like this before. It’s not a familiar sensation, and I’m not surprised that my first instinct was to panic.
“Does anything hurt?”
Doing a mental check of my body, I don’t find anything. If it weren’t unnerving not being able to move, it would almost feel cozy. “No.”
He smiles and strokes the side of my face. “Good. What’s the safe word again?”
“Red.”
He nods, and tugs on the strap above my breasts. “This is much tighter bondage than you’d have on the St. Andrew’s cross. But like you said, the challenge there is being displayed in front of a lot of strangers. So this is a different kind of challenge. I think I prefer this.”
“Why?” I’m still a little breathless, but now it’s more because he’s walking around the table, his eyes on my body.
“Because,” he grins, “I can do whatever I like.” He reaches out and takes my breasts in his hands, massaging them until the hard peaks are swollen. “I can touch you,” he says, letting his hand smooth across my skin as he walks up next to my head. I look over and I find that his cock is fully hard again. I smirk because I knew that him coming wouldn’t be a problem. “I could feed you my cock again,” he says. I feel a gush of wetness between my legs. I wouldn’t be able to stop him unless I said the safe word, and I wouldn’t want to. It’s…hot.
His hands never leave my skin as he circles the table, touching me as he pleases. Not to pleasure me, but like he said, to do whatever he likes. It’s the weirdest sensation, like falling asleep while being wide awake. His hands are soothing, and I relax into the restraints. It suddenly feels like I’ve never been more comfortable. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of his fingers on my body, toying and caressing and tracing.
“The thing I like most about this table,” he says, stopping at my feet. “Is that it moves.” Grabbing the wood by my feet, he pulls my legs apart. He strapped my legs in individually, and they part just like he wants them to. I still can’t move, now bound with my pussy wide open to him. Heat sears through me, and I know he sees how wet I am. “I think you like this,” he says.
“Fuck me and we’ll find out.”
The smile on his face is wicked. I’m going to find out just how wicked, because he’s rolling on a condom. But he doesn’t enter me, he pushes a finger inside. “I like how wet you get.” His fingers curls upward, reminding me of the last orgasm he gave me. “I’m wondering just how many times I should make you come.”
“Is there a policy for second time visitors?”
Hudson laughs softly. “There isn’t, but maybe I should make one.” He adds a second finger. “First time is a minimum of five. Is that what I said? So I suppose the second time would be a minimum of three.” With his words he adds a third finger and I moan, try to rise my hips to meet his hand, but I’m completely immobile. Sheer arousal rolls through me. There’s nothing I can do. He’s going to do what he wants, and I can’t change it. He’s going to make me come as many times as he wants and I can’t stop him. Why does that make me shudder in anticipation and make my pussy so wet that it’s drowning his fingers?
“But maybe I’m wrong,” he says, musing. “Maybe it shouldn’t be a lower number. After all, it’s your second visit. You should be more used to it. Able to do more, right, Christine?”
“Right.” I can barely speak. My entire being is focused on his fingers and the way they’re pumping in and out of me, steadily faster. It feels so good, and the pleasure is building in my core just the way he wants it to. My breath is coming in gasps, everything that much more intense because I’m trapped.
“I think seven is a good number,” he says, a moment before he leans down a seals his mouth over my clit. Everything lights up, and pleasure bursts through me like a wildfire. I can’t move, I have nowhere to go, and I have no choice but to let the pleasure burn through me, so much brighter than it ever has. Hudson swirls his tongue around my clit, and I shudder, aftershocks spinning up and through me. “That was one,” he says.
“Did you say seven?”
He grins. “I did say that, didn’t I?” I don’t think it’s possible. I simply don’t think that my body will be able to take that much pleasure in one night. “I take that as a challenge,” he says, and I realize that I said it out loud.
“Hudson.”
“Christine.” He fits himself against my entrance and slides in. I almost come again right then. He feels just as good as I remember, and I want to pull him closer, make him fuck me. I flex my hands, but the straps don’t budge. It’s followed by another sharp wave of arousal brought on by the knowledge of my helplessness, and the realization that I’m at Hudson’s mercy. He can give me as much pleasure as he wants.
“I don’t think these are wide enough.” He pushes my legs further apart, stretching me open and making him feel tighter inside me. He pulls out and drives into me again, and I let out a long, low moan because now I feel everything. Every drag of his cock against my pussy, the way he’s pressing into the spot that makes me scream. My body has no slack. It’s not going anywhere and we both know it. Hudson chuckles as he begins to fuck me. He doesn’t build up speed, just drives into me.
Reaching up my body, he palms my breasts, and then drags his nails gently down my exposed skin until he reaches my hips. Extra stimulation. I’m biting my lip, trying to hold in the orgasm that’s trying to burst from me. For some reason, I want to challenge him. I want to hold onto what last little bit of power that I have, and so I hold on. I grit my teeth and close my eyes, but it feels so good. I’m just on this si
de of paradise and I’m drowning in it. The moments just before orgasm have always been the best for me and now I exist there, or at least it feels that way.
“Christine,” Hudson says.
I open my eyes to look at him, and watch as he wets his thumb with his tongue. He lowers his hand, and I know what he’s going to do. I won’t be able to hold it back. His thumb hovers over my clit, and that wicked smile comes back. “Two.” He presses down on my clit, and the orgasm tears through me. I scream, my body writhing against the restraints but going nowhere. I’m bound with ropes of pleasure. They’re holding me down and making me feel them over and over again.
It’s not until I open my eyes and see that I’m staring at the ceiling that I realize I couldn’t see anything during the orgasm. My chest is heaving against the straps. “Fuck.”
He chuckles, running his thumb over my clit again. I think it’s just so he can see the way I squirm. He’s still buried in me, and I’m dizzy with pleasure.
“Hudson, were you serious?”
“About giving you seven orgasms?”
“Yeah.”
He presses his thumb down. “Why not? We have all night.”
Dragging his hips against mine and pulling back, Hudson thrusts in again, and my body arches. I swear, what his body does to mine will never stop feeling perfect and amazing. And I know that I have hours ahead of me to enjoy it. There’s a smile on my face as he begins to fuck me again.
7
And just like that, Hudson and I fall into a rhythm and into each other. The days when I’m not in the club with him feel like they last forever, and the ones I am with him feel like a dream that I don’t ever want to wake up from. A couple of weeks after Halloween, as I enter the club, I know I’m ready. I knew it when I woke up this morning, and I haven’t changed my mind. Today is the day I will go on the St. Andrew’s cross.
And that’s why when I see John at the door, I ask him to tell Hudson to meet me there. He raises an eyebrow at me. “Special plans tonight?” he asks.
“I guess you could say that.” I flash him my best smile as I walk inside and check my coat. There are butterflies of anticipation in my tummy and just a little bit of nerves as I wait in the shadows by the little stage. I know that I want this, but I’ve never done anything like this in front of people before. I’m honestly not sure how it’s going to feel. I hope I don’t freak out. Hudson appears only a few minutes later. “You’re sure about this?” he asks before he even kisses me.
“Yes. I am. I’m ready.”
I love watching the lust take over his face. He wants this as much as I do, and I wonder if this was on his list of original fantasies, though I’m not going to ask right now. “Take off your clothes.”
It’s the first test, and I do. I fold my clothes and put them on one of the shelves near the stage. I notice that the audience area around the stage has more people in it now. They’ve noticed that someone is getting ready and have come to watch. My heart rate ticks up, and I rub my hands together. I’m really doing this. We’re really doing this. Hudson takes one of my wrists and wraps a leather cuff around it. He straps it on, running his thumb along my skin under the leather to make sure that it’s not too tight. Then the other wrist and both my ankles.
“You’re nervous,” he says. It’s not a question.
“A little, yeah.”
He nods, letting a bit of a smile show. “That’s okay. What’s the safe word?”
“Red.”
“Good. And I guess fair is fair,” he says, staring to take off his own clothes.
I can’t help but laughing. “Your employees are going to get an eyeful.”
“I think they’ve seen all of us naked at some point or another. It would be almost strange not to in a club like this.”
“Fair point.”
His clothes are gone, and he turns to me. “You ready?”
“Yeah.”
He walks onto the stage first, and I follow. The lights are brighter than I thought they’d be. I can barely see the people sitting down around us, but I still know they’re there. I can feel their eyes on me. Hudson places his hand on my lower back. “Face the wood and step up.”
The cross itself has a platform attached, and I step onto it. He takes hold of my left arm first, raising it above my head and drawing it to the side, attaching the cuff to the wood where the clip is. Then my other hand. Restrained like this, I’m starting to feel that same powerful arousal. Kneeling behind me, he takes my ankle and gently positions it out where it needs to be. I feel his lips on the back of my thigh as he restrains my other leg. And there it is. I’m strapped to a wooden cross in front of the entire club.
A shudder runs through me and I’m aware that my pussy is so wet that it’s almost dripping. Hudson is close behind me and his words are at a volume that only I can hear. “Do you like this?”
“Yes.”
He reaches around me and pulls on my nipples, and they harden under his hands while he works them. I arch my back and my ass runs into him. “The thing I like about this,” he says, “is it gives me such interesting access.”
“Oh?” I say, even though I can barely breathe because I’m so turned on.
His hand tangles in my hair and he pulls my head back and he kisses my neck, sending goosebumps across my skin. “Yes.” He lets me go and his hand drifts down my back, landing on my ass. He spanks me lightly, and I jump. “I can do this.”
His hand falls again, and again, moving back and forth between each cheek, and the sting of his fingers is surprising and arousing. He’s spanking me. People are watching him spank me, and I can’t move to do anything. I feel myself grow even more wet.
“There are no seats left,” he says. “People are having to stand around and watch you. They’re going to touch themselves while they watch me fuck you. They’re going to wish it were them. They’re going to see me as I lick you wherever I choose.”
His words, nothing but direct and honest, slice through me with unexpected heat. Lick me wherever he chooses. His tongue runs down my spine, and his hands land on my ass again, smoothing the heat from my skin where he spanked it. And then his tongue is there, on my ass, and I cry out in surprise. I arch against the restraints, head back, but of course there’s nowhere to go, and Hudson doesn’t stop the way he’s licking me. Sucking me. It’s so new and different and alien. That combined with the fact that I know he’s doing this for the show, and I almost come. It’s too much. It’s perfect.
Hudson pulls back and stands, and I hear the crinkle of a condom. I’m so wet that he slides in to the hilt, and my mouth falls open. I’m impaled by him, so full from this angle. I can’t move, and I don’t want to. I love this feeling of being trapped and free at the same time. I come immediately, my body shaking while he fucks me, and I know why that woman looked so radiant. This is…everything.
He doesn’t stop, and I let myself go, falling into pleasure. It feels like my mind is in freefall even though I’m standing still. Every time Hudson enters me it feels better, until each bit of friction feels like a tiny orgasm. I’m under the water in an ocean of pleasure and I don’t want to surface. I don’t know how long it is until I feel him come. It could be hours. And when he comes, I come with him again, though I haven’t really stopped. And this time I think I do scream. How is it that each time with him is better than the last?
I feel like I’m still floating, but Hudson releases me from the cross, and I’m being carried somewhere. He’s cradling me and I like the feeling of being cared for and close. “Are you all right?” he asks.
“I’m perfect.” The fog is lifting, but I can still feel that perfect floaty sensation. Almost like being high. “We’re definitely going to do that again.”
I can hear his chuckle vibrate through his chest.
I look around and I don’t recognize where we are. There are no other people, it’s a cozy room. White furnishings and a fire, and Hudson is holding me on the couch. “Where are we?” I ask softly.
/> “My private room,” he says. “After that, I wanted some privacy.”
“Mmm.” I snuggle closer to his chest, and I love this feeling. It’s perfect. I don’t remember a time when I’ve felt this content. “You never really told me why you do this,” I say. “Why you run a club like this. I mean, you told me that you and your friends wanted somewhere like this, but that doesn’t feel like the entire reason.”
“Very perceptive of you.”
“That’s me,” I sigh, still feeling a little high, “perceptive Christine.”
He laughs softly. “Well, I’ll tell you. I grew up in a really small town.”
“Me too.”
“Everyone there kind of knew how their lives would turn out, and I didn’t. I chose to go to college in California. Everybody was so different there, and away from home, I felt like a whole new person. I met my friends—the other owners—there. And when you talk about being yourself, sex is really at the center of that. Sexuality is a huge part of what makes you who you are. And we thought that everyone was too uptight about it, so we wanted a place where everyone could be who they wanted without judgement.”
“That’s really nice,” I say softly.
“And thankfully my family was supportive of the whole thing. They pretend they don’t know what kind of club I run, but they do. The whole town probably knows. It’s maybe six hours from here.”
I look up at him. “So you’re the reason the club is in Phoenix and not somewhere in L.A.?”
“Maybe a little, but we wanted somewhere that needed it and was also a tourist destination. L.A. has plenty of places where someone can find what they need.”
