Watching: Erotic Novella

by J. L. Ostle

  Violet and Killian are laying on the bed, their chests rising quickly. I look back to the people and most of their eyes are on me. I see so many different emotions but mostly the same.

  Want. Need. Lust. Desire.

  On shaky legs, I stand taking my dress and putting it back on again, patting down my hair. I want to head to my room and grab a quick shower. I know the BDSM room is next and if I am going to be naked, I don’t want to be covered in sweat and come.

  “When will I be going to the next room?” I ask them. Killian sits up, his eyes trailing me up and down.

  “About thirty minutes.”

  “I’m going to quickly head to my room and grab a shower.” I take my bag and leave the room before they have a chance to say anything. I walk past people who give me smiles and nods. I feel like I’m being appraised by a few of them once again.

  When I get to my room, I open the door and my mouth hangs open when I see how spacious and beautiful it is. I see a huge bed to my right and a living area to the left, with cream couches and wooden furnishings.

  I run to the bed jumping on it, rolling around, taking off my shoes and standing, jumping up and down shrieking. I am like a big kid. Lying down on the bed smiling, I hear a knock on the door, I stand heading toward it, when I open it, once again, I feel lips land on mine.

  Feeling his hands glide down to my ass, lifting me up so my legs wrap around his waist. He guides me to the bed, his covered erection pressing against my core. He starts grinding himself against me, feeling his hardness close to where I want him to be.

  “Let me inside you.” He breathes into my neck before biting down, my head falling back.

  “I can’t.” I breathe.

  “I need to be inside you.” He grinds harder, making me whimper. “You want me inside you.”

  “I do, but I can’t.” He glides his fingers from my thigh going higher, taking my dress up. exposing my pussy. He presses his covered erection against me, before unzipping his pants, freeing his cock. He guides it between my folds.

  “You feel so good, and I haven’t been inside you yet.” He growls.

  I quickly push him off me, making him stumble back. I stand up, my breathing coming in fast. I walk slowly towards him and push him against the wall, his eyes looking at me confused. I take hold of his shirt ripping it open, buttons flying everywhere.

  I press my hands against his chest, before digging my nails into him, scratching down, causing him to moan out into the room. His eyes look into mine, his have gone dark. I start to slowly walk back, smirking at him.

  “You want to play?” He smiles devilishly at me. I don’t say a word. I feel like something has taken me over.

  He pushes himself off the wall and charges at me, but I run when I feel his arms wrap around me, lifting me up from the ground as I kick out trying to get free. He pins me to the floor, taking my dress off in one quick motion.

  I pull his hair hard, bringing his face close to my mouth without actually touching, our breathing coming in hard and fast. I pull his hair harder and I feel his hand wrap around my throat, I feel myself dripping from this. I have never been so turned on.

  He releases me to take down his pants, I quickly push him, so he loses balance falling back, I start to crawl away when I feel him grab hold of my ankles, pulling me closer towards him. I kick his hand away, crawling until I’m on my feet, I start running again but it’s no use, he’s too fast.

  His body pins me against the wall, I feel his dick against my ass. I started grinding myself against him, him moaning into my hair, making me smile. He spins me around, his forehead pressing against mine.

  We both look to one another, his fingers going to my pussy, feeling how wet I am. “You like to be chased. You like the thrill.” He says. “Now that’s interesting.” I try and push him away but he takes hold of my wrists, lifting them to the top of my head. “I like you more and more, every second I am with you.” He rubs his cock against me. “My dick likes you very much too.”

  He uses one hand to hold my wrists in place as he releases the other, holding onto his cock, stroking it up and down. My eyes follow his movement, he guides his cock to my entrance, I feel myself spreading my legs wider, waiting for the anticipation of him entering me when there is a knock on the door.

  We both look in the direction of the knock and then to each other. Not one of us wanting to make a move. I try and press my body closer to him so he knows I still want him, that I still want this. I feel the tip of him at my opening when there is another knock.

  “Mr. Woodrow, you and Miss White are in room two, in a couple of minutes.” We hear a man shout through the door. Killian's head falls to my shoulder in defeat.

  “We are on our way,” Killian shouts. He looks up at me, and it’s like the bubble we were in a few seconds before is gone.

  I can’t believe I was so close in allowing this man to fuck me.

  I am finding the more time I am spending here the more I am questioning myself. I think back how we just were. I wanted him to be forceful with me. I wanted him to just have me no matter what, it’s scary finding out what my other desires are. I wanted him to overpower me.

  Killian steps back, seeing his naked body will never get old. I watch as he puts on his pants and ripped shirt, I bite my lip trying not to smile. I guess I do have a real kinky side. I move to my dress, putting it back on, the whole point of me coming here was to get showered. I guess I will do it after the BDSM room.

  I am surprised that after all my orgasms I am not feeling exhausted.

  “You ready?” Killian asks me, taking out his hand for me to take. I place my hand in his and he pulls my body against his. “This isn’t over Angel, I will be inside you before you leave.” He promises, taking us down the elevator. Each second that passes the more I can feel him.

  He walks me to the BDSM room and just like last time, no one is in here yet. I guess they give you five minutes to get ready before they allow people to enter. I look to the cross in the far end of the room and head towards that.

  “Strip for me,” Killian says in an authoritative voice. I take off my dress, placing it on a desk where I see different kinds of whips and toys. I don’t even know why I keep putting it on as I always end up naked. I look around the room and it looks completely different from the other one. This one has no bed, the cross takes up a quarter of the room, I look up to see chains hanging from the ceiling. “That’s what we are trying today.” Killian brings me back to reality.

  Is he going to use chains to tie me? “I thought I was going on the cross.” I walk to the cross, feeling how smooth it is.

  “Why would you think that?” He walks slowly towards me.

  “I guess I assumed I was.” He comes closer, his body close to mine, tucking a stray hair behind my ear.

  “I want to be able to feel all of you. To know that your body is at my disposal.” I watch as he grabs the chains. “Come.” He commands in a soft voice. I walk to where he is. “Raise your arms.” I do and I watch as he locks the chains around my wrists. “They’re not too tight?” I pull them a little and they feel fine.

  “Not too tight,” I reply.

  “Remember just say red anytime, I will stop. Don’t feel you have to struggle through it. It's meant to feel good okay?”

  I nod. “Yes, sir.” I tease. His eyes darken and he presses his body against mine, grinding his erection against me.

  “I wouldn’t tease me if I were you. I’m already wound up as it is.”

  “Oh, why is that?” I ask in an innocent voice.

  “That mouth of yours.” His lips hover mine. “Is going to get you in trouble.”

  “You going to hurt me, master,” I say in a sweet voice. “Going to punish me?” I don’t even know why I am teasing him, but I’m loving his reaction. He grabs hold of my head and lays a hard kiss, I pull the chains so I can wrap my arms around him but I can’t. I want to pull him closer to me, but it’s pointless. He pulls back and smirks.

  “
You will be punished, my sweet Angel.” He walks behind me where the desk of equipment is at. I turn my head trying to get a look. “Face forward and look to the ground.” He commands. I notice a few people start to come in. I feel my heart hammering in my chest again. “Just think of me, not them,” Killian says in my ear behind me. “Look to the ground.” I do.

  My body is surrounded by his body heat, but when he steps back, I miss his heat instantly. I wait patiently, trying to listen out for him. Soon I feel something smooth against my back, I have read enough books about BDSM to know that you have to follow instructions. I try and keep still, looking to the ground. I feel my body tense up, waiting for the first hit.

  It never comes, I feel whatever he is using against my back, my legs, my stomach to my breasts. He even uses it between my legs, but not once do I move. I feel my body start to relax. My eyes close, I feel the tool again stroking against my ass then without warning I feel a hit on my backside, causing my body to jump forward.

  He hits me again and again and my body moves on its own accord. I was expecting it to be unbearable but it’s not, the sting soon heats up and spreads all over my body but in a good way. I can feel the wetness start to gather between my legs.

  Killian stands in front of me, but I don’t look up. He lifts my chin, his eyes tensely watching mine. I am panting, he comes close, laying a gentle kiss on my lips, causing me to sigh against him.

  “Want to try something else?” His fingers glide up my arms.

  “Yes.” I breathe.

  “Yes, what?” He asks me. I look into his eyes wondering what he wants when it clicks and I give him a small smile.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good girl.” His hand glides to the back of my neck, bringing my face to his, giving me a soft kiss before stepping back.

  I look back to the ground and when he steps in front of me once again I see he is holding a cane and I hold my breath. He glides it up and down my arms, letting me feel the rattan material just like he did with the whip.

  Guiding it down my body, to my thighs, and with one quick motion, he hits me on my inner thigh then the outer thigh. I moan out into the room. He palms where he hit me, rubbing it easily.

  “You okay?” He asks me.

  “Yes, sir.” I breathe. He steps back and hits me on the back of my legs, to my pussy, he hits me one more time near my clit and I scream out as my orgasm hits me. It is that intense, I feel my body dangling from the chains, my body turning lax.

  My body feels heavy, trying to catch my breath I just stay still. Feeling hands on my wrists, I am released and I fall into Killian’s arms. He cradles me into him as I lay my head into his chest.

  “You are amazing.” He kisses the top of my head.

  “I could have told you that.” I joke, my body feeling limp. He takes my wrists and starts rubbing them.

  “You don’t even know what happened.” I feel him shaking his head at me.

  “What happened?” I yawn. Sleep starting to take over. I guess I was more tired than what I thought.

  “You were in a submissive state. It’s rare. When you reach release by the pain and pleasure through whips and canes, even spanking can cause it. I have never met a woman who could.”

  “I am happy I was your first.” He takes hold of my wrists and places them around his neck.

  “Let’s get you in a bath.” He lifts me. I look around the room and people are pointing and whispering at me. “They are just as amazed,” Killian says before we walk out of the room. I notice that I am naked, but I don’t care. Everyone has seen my naked form by now.

  Tonight has really taken it out of me. I have lost count how many times I have reached orgasm now. I lost count how many times I have been kissed. Killian takes me back to my room and lays me on the bed as he heads to the bathroom, I hear the water running.

  I can feel my eyes getting too heavy and soon it is too hard to keep them open that I fall into a deep sleep. But before I am too far gone, I feel warmth wrap around me, I smile knowing he is beside me.

  I wake up to a tickling sensation on my arm, I turn to see Killian lying next to me, smiling. “Welcome back.”

  I groan, stretching my body, noticing I have a thin sheet over me, covering me. “I fell asleep?” He nods.

  “You did, you’ve only been asleep for about twenty minutes. I bet today has taken its toll on you. I have run you a hot bath if you want to get in.”

  I sit up and I flinch when I feel how sore my body is. I pull the sheet off me and see a few marks on me, but I also notice there is cream covering them. I look to him. “You put cream on me?”

  “You fell asleep and I knew you’d be sore. I didn’t want you to bruise so I put it on you to help as you slept.” I almost gush at him, he can be so sweet.

  “Thank you.” I lean forward and press a kiss to his lips.

  “You’re very welcome Angel.” I stand up and head to the bathroom and when I get in the bubble bath, I sigh by the feel of it. Some of the marks do sting a little but I am more thankful than anything. I just need a good soak.

  I am laying there when I hear a knock on the main door and Killian answering it. “How is she?” I hear Violet's voice.

  “She was tired, she fell asleep, but having a quick bath now.”

  “She is more than I ever expected.” I hear her say.

  “Tell me about it. She is like this new drug to me, I can’t keep away from her.” I wonder what Violet is thinking. Surely, she can’t like that he is saying this about another woman.

  “I am happy. Have you slept with her yet?” There is a pause.

  “No.” Is all he says, he doesn’t even tell her that we almost did. I wonder why.

  “I know she likes you, Killian, just be patient with her.” She reassures him.

  “She will sleep with me when she’s ready. Just being with her, it’s enough for now.”

  “She will be gone after this weekend. If not sooner.”

  “Not if she wants to become a member.” He says back.

  “You know she can’t afford what we ask, and besides, I know you wouldn’t want to share her.” I sit up straighter.

  “We can let her off with payment, she may be happy to be with just us.” He sounds hopeful.

  “You know she will eventually want to move on to other people, plus sometimes three is a crowd.” Another pause. “I want you to be happy Killian, but with Angel, she may like the pleasure and desire of all this, but she will want a normal life too.”

  “Let’s just enjoy this weekend.” He tells her, obviously wanting to drop the subject.

  “Remember though she is going to the sensory room, she made sure that we didn’t join. Can you handle that? Other people going to touch her, to feel her?”

  “Can you?” He asks sternly.

  “No, but I will respect her wishes. So should you.” It's quiet until I hear the door close and I just stay still for another ten minutes before getting out wrapping a white fluffy towel around me.

  I head back into the room and see Killian sitting on the bed, his head in his hands. He looks up when he hears me. “Did you enjoy your bath?” He gives me a smile but I know it's forced.

  “I did thank you, who was at the door?” I ask him. He looks to the door like it’s going to open up.

  “Violet, she was just checking up on you.”

  “That’s nice of her.” I kneel down in front of him. “You both do make a cute couple.”

  “We aren’t a couple, couple.” I look at him confused.

  “What do you mean?” He stands and starts pacing but I stay on the floor.

  “She is my partner here at the club but out there.” He points out the window. “In the real world, we aren’t together.”

  “So you’re only a couple here at the club but that’s it?”

  “Basically.”

  “Why aren’t you seeing each other out of here, you both seem so in sync.”

  “She is more into women out in the real world.” He gives
me a look. My mouth hangs open in an O. Violet likes being with women more than men. So, Killian is probably her only male sexual partner. That’s why she kept watching me at the hall, and that she won’t like it when I go to the sensory room.

  “Oh.” Is all I say.

  “Yeah.” He says before kneeling down in front of me so we are eye level. “Not everything is as they seem in this place.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “I wanted you to feel what you feel no matter the influences.” He tucks some hair behind my ear, then strokes my cheek with the back of his hand. “We better get you to the last room.” He says. I nod and we both stand up.

  “What about clothes?” I ask him.

  “The sensory room, you will be naked and blindfolded, just walk down in the towel.”

  “Okay.” He entwines his fingers with mine, once again we head back down to the party, but on the trip down, the atmosphere is different. It’s not as charged as it was earlier.

  Something has changed.

  We head to the far room and I walk in and see two other women with no clothes on. They give me a smile and a little wave, which I return.

  “Okay. You will be blindfolded and tied to the ceiling once again with silk so it’s gentler on your wrists. You will be in one corner of the room away from the others. You will feel hands and mouths.” I see his jaw tighten. “Remember to shout red and they will stop.”

  “Okay,” I whisper.

  He looks at me one more time before leaving. I watch him go and I stand there looking at the empty space.

  “Would you like me to help you.” A woman who doesn’t look much older than I with long blonde hair and brown eyes, with a kind smile asks me. She is standing naked confidently.

  “Thank you.” She walks me to a part of the room and helps tie up my wrists. I wonder why Killian didn’t stay to help.

  “It's fine. I noticed you’re new and being a guest of Killian, you’re like royalty.” We giggle.

  “I wouldn’t say that.”

  “It’s true though. I have heard from so many people already about how different you are and how different the king and queen of the club are with you. I get it though, you are very beautiful and if the rumours are right, you are so in tune with yourself and your desires.”