Club de Fleurs 6: Tasha (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Rose Nickol

  Tasha jumped at the feel of his teeth. It didn’t really hurt, more of a pinch. She giggled thinking, He’s literally biting my ass. I’ll have to remember never to tell him that. Now I know he would take me up on it.

  Tim felt her giggle and asked her to explain. She told him, and he had a laugh, too.

  Getting back into the scene, he slapped her other cheek a little harder this time. “Back to the program,” he said.

  Cupping both cheeks of her bottom in his hands, he squeezed several times. He grazed the side of her neck with his teeth, he said against her skin, “I love this ass, baby.” He squeezed a few more times. Then he slapped both cheeks with his hands. He stepped back to admire the sight of her on the cross. “Beautiful.”

  He walked over to the chair where he had previously placed his toy bag. He grabbed a soft deerskin flogger. This would warm her up nicely. The deerskin was soft, and this would provide a gentle warming of the skin, almost like a massage. Slowly twirling it to warm up his arm, he walked back to her.

  Standing behind her, he softly told her, “I’m going to start, baby. Relax.”

  Tasha felt a soft thudding on her shoulders. It wasn’t painful and actually felt nice. She relaxed and let her mind drift with the sensations. Her skin was beginning to feel warm, and her tense muscles were releasing. She felt close to floating. Closing her eyes, she could feel the slight breeze of whatever he was using on her right before she felt the thud. Her senses were filled with the sensation of him and his scent. This world was closing out the other. She relaxed even more.

  Tim started slowly, beginning with her shoulders and moving down her back, lightly massaging the skin and watching it darken to a light pink. It would be a deeper pink before he was done.

  He moved down her body, skipping her bottom, leaving the best for last, and started working on the backs of her thighs. Applying more pressure here, he colored the skin to a deeper pink color than her back, knowing she could handle more here. Working each thigh separately, he also struck the back of the calves a few times.

  He stopped and grabbed a bottle of water, taking a big drink for himself. Then he walked around the cross and held the bottle to Tasha’s lips, letting her drink as much as she wanted.

  “Thank you,” she whispered. She was still drifting and felt detached from her body. Tim cupped her cheek, and she leaned her head into his hand, nuzzling his palm. She kissed the palm of his hand and then took a small lick. She loved his salty taste and the rough feel of his skin against her lips and tongue. “Mmm,” she murmured, enjoying the moment.

  “You good, baby?” Tim asked her before continuing. He wanted to see how deep she had gone and make sure she could respond to him.

  “Very good, Sir, please don’t stop. It feels amazing,” she said softly, not wanting to lose the moment.

  Tim leaned down and placed a loving kiss on her lips, then pulled the bottom one between his teeth to chew on it slightly. Cupping both breasts, he squeezed and lightly pinched both nipples. He moved one hand down between her legs, under the thong, slipping his finger into her slit and feeling the moisture there. Using it as a lubricant, he slid one finger into her moist channel and twirled it around.

  “Oh yesss,” she breathed, arching into the one finger. “Fill me.”

  “Not yet, baby, soon. I have so much more for you to experience.” He leaned in and, kissing her deeply one more time, removed his finger. Bringing it to his mouth, he looked into her eyes as she watched him sucking her juices from his digit. A small shudder ran through her body.

  Tim walked back to his toy bag and changed out the flogger for one with a bit more bite. Time to work on that delectable ass. It was going to be nice and red before he was done. Twirling the flogger again as he approached her, he just barely let the tips brush the skin on her almost-bare bottom.

  Gradually increasing the strength of his motions, he moved the flogger closer slowly, letting it thud against her skin. After a few moments, he pressed his body to hers and spoke quietly into her ear. “Time to remove the thong, baby. Are you good?”

  “Mmm,” she moaned in response to his question, her brain no longer functioning on a level to produce words.

  Tim cupped both rounded cheeks of her bottom, then grasped the thong with both hands and quickly ripped it from her. He had lots more where that came from.

  “Oh!”

  He heard her startled response and pressed back against her. “Shh, baby, it’s okay. Shh.” He gently nipped the back of her neck. She was going to have more than one love bite before he was done.

  Running his hands over the skin of her ass, he spread her cheeks to reveal her puckered opening. Kneeling down so that her bottom was eye level, he took another bite out of the opposite cheek, again leaving a love mark. Kissing and licking her recently warmed bottom, he drew his tongue from the top of her crack to the small opening. Still using his tongue, he laved the area and stabbed his tongue inside, just breaching the opening.

  When he had left a small amount of saliva there, he pulled back and started pressing with one thumb, gaining a small amount of ground each time until he was fully inside her to the first joint. Rimming her slightly, he slipped the other hand down to rub her distended clit, not applying enough pressure to make her come but enough to send her spiraling toward her elusive climax.

  Listening to the moans and sighs she was making, Tim could tell she was enjoying what he was doing. Not wanting to break the spell, he continued until she was just on the edge of completion. “Not yet, baby. Soon, very, very soon.” He wasn’t ready for her to have her first orgasm yet but knew he couldn’t delay much longer. She would have several before he was done.

  Reluctantly releasing her, he stepped back and got the last flogger he would use on her bottom. It would sting and redden the skin nicely.

  Again starting with just the tips striking her, he gradually increased the speed and intensity of the flogging until there was a nice thudding sound with each strike.

  He worked her from both sides, striking each buttock individually before standing where he could get her entire bottom with one blow. When he did this, he increased the speed and strength of the blows until her bottom was bright red and almost glowing. He could see the heat radiating from it. Putting the flogger down, he grasped both buttocks with one hand and felt the heat there.

  He heard the “hisss” she made when his hands first touched her, and he pressed himself closer to her. “Time for your first fucking of the night.” He groaned in her ear, unable to wait any longer. He quickly freed himself from his pants and slowly pushed into her from behind. Grabbing her breasts, he pulled and pinched the nipples while ramming into her tight channel. Reaching one hand down to finger her clit, he brought her back to the edge before telling her, “Come for me, baby. Come now,” just before letting himself go.

  Tasha came screaming his name and convulsing on the cross. She had never had an orgasm this intense. Her entire body exploded, and had she not been fastened to the cross and Tim holding her up from behind, she would have dissolved into nothingness. For one brief moment, the world went black. Nothing else mattered or existed in this time.

  It went on for what seemed like forever. Tim continued manipulating her clit, and Tasha’s orgasm continued longer than she would have ever thought she was capable of. When he finally stopped, he released the straps and caught her in his arms, carrying her to the love seat where he wrapped her in a warm blanket. He held her, crooning to her, telling her how good she was and how happy she had made him, until she opened her eyes and looked at him.

  “Wow!” she croaked, her voice raspy from screaming.

  “Yes, baby, wow!” he answered back. “Shh. Now, relax a few. We’ll start again soon.”

  “More?” she managed to rasp as she was closing her eyes and drifting.

  “Much, much more,” Tim answered softly as he tightened his grip on her and grinned. He had so much more he wanted to do with her. He hoped she was up to it.

  Ch
apter Thirteen

  Tasha found herself being placed back on the cross facing outward this time. Once again Tim fastened her wrists and ankles to the cross, and this time he added a belt around her waist, fastening her torso to the cross also.

  “Welcome back. Are you good, baby?” he asked when he saw her awake again.

  “Yes, Sir,” she answered, still a little groggy. Then she noticed that her bra had been removed and she was totally naked. A shiver ran over her.

  “Are you cold?” Tim asked. It was pretty warm in the club, but she could be cold.

  “No, Sir, I’m good.”

  “Good girl,” Tim praised her. He was enjoying the scene and hoped she was, too. He had let her sleep about twenty minutes but was anxious to continue the evening’s activities. He was going to work on her front now and had more toys for her.

  Going back to his toy bag, he grabbed two vibes and some lube. Lubing the smaller one, he knelt between her legs and slowly inserted it into her bottom hole. Setting it for the lowest speed, he started it. Looking up, he could see her eyes widen when the vibe started. That was the effect he was looking for. Taking the next, larger vibe, he placed it against her clit and also started it.

  “Ohhh!” She gave a small scream when he pressed it against her. She was still sensitive from her orgasm, and the slightest touch was almost too much. There was nothing slight about this.

  Applying more pressure, he upped the speed and watched her try to pull back. “No, baby, hold still. You can take it,” he told her, slipping two fingers inside her and pressing on the spot he knew would cause the most sensation.

  “Oh my fucking God!” she screamed as she catapulted into space again.

  Removing the vibe from her clit, he slipped it inside her and upped the speed while she was still in the throes of her orgasm. This was going to be very intense for her. He had so much planned.

  When Tasha came down from her orgasm, Tim was sucking on one nipple and pinching and pulling the other one with his fingers. He felt her convulsions stop and let go her nipple with a pop. Straightening, he took her mouth with a crushing kiss, leaving her breathless and unable to speak.

  Pulling a clamp out of his pocket, he took her nipple back in his mouth and pulled it with his teeth, stretching it and the tissue around it. Letting it bounce back, he cupped her breast with one hand and applied the clamp, tightening it until he heard her squeal. He did the same with the other breast.

  “Too tight, baby?” he asked with an evil grin.

  Tasha gritted her teeth, answering, “No, Sir, they’re fine,” knowing if she answered anything else, he would tighten them more. She silently wondered what she would look like after her nipples fell off, and what he would clamp then? She shuddered at the possibilities.

  Tim took a third clamp from his pocket and held it up to her. “Guess where this is going?” he asked with a wicked laugh.

  She should have never thought about it. Damn the man and his evil ideas. Squirming in anticipation, she was imagining how it would feel on her clit. If it felt anything like what was on her nipples, she was in for a world of hurt, literally. Was it possible for her nipples and her clit to fall off? She pondered the thought for a moment before she felt Tim take her clit in his mouth.

  The poor little nub was so sensitive now, she couldn’t imagine it after the clamp was applied, squirming as much as she could.

  “Hold still, baby. I’ll make it good,” he told her, releasing her clit and swiftly applying the clamp to it. Like the ones on her nipples, this one vibrated, only she didn’t know it yet. Standing back to admire what he had done, he hit the remote in his pocket and started all three clamps humming.

  “Oh God!” she moaned. Torture, this was pure torture.

  Tim grabbed the soft flogger again and started twirling it as he walked up to her. Letting it brush her breasts, he made sure the strands hit the clamps and tugged at them with several passes.

  Tasha didn’t know if she was in heaven or hell. The sensations were exquisite, and her entire body felt as if it was on fire. She needed to move but couldn’t. The vibes in her ass and pussy had sped up, and he was now alternating between hitting her breasts and hitting her mound with the flogger. When he used it on her mound, several of the strands slipped into her slit to hit the clamp on her clit. She didn’t know how much more she could take.

  It wasn’t long before she felt the buildup. She was going to come again. Was this three or four? She had lost count. How many orgasms could her body produce, and how many could her mind take before she went stark-raving mad?

  Tim watched the buildup and knew she was close to coming again. Switching to the next flogger, he concentrated on her mound, making sure every strike hit between her legs.

  Tasha started tilting her pelvis into the flogger, needing the stimulation. She couldn’t quite get what she needed. Just a little more, she chanted in her mind. Without realizing it, she was quietly chanting, “More,” with every stroke.

  Tim upped the speed on all the vibes and increased the speed and strength of the flogger. She was really feeling the bite now.

  “Oh please, I’m so close. Please, more, please,” she chanted over and over.

  Tim let her have it with the flogger for a few more minutes, until he knew she couldn’t take much more. Throwing the flogger down, he pulled the vibe out of her pussy and shoved himself in. Setting up a furious pace, he took her mouth and twisted both nipple clamps.

  Tasha came over and over, screaming into his mouth, unable to stop herself. She kept screaming and coming until the world went black.

  When she came back to herself, she was wrapped in a blanket in the front of Tim’s truck, leaning against him. “What? Where am I?”

  “Welcome back, baby. You blacked out for a little while, about twenty minutes. I’m taking us home,” Tim told her, pulling her closer.

  “Oh, okay. Is that normal?” she wondered aloud.

  “It’s been known to happen before. It just depends on the person. You were beautiful,” he praised her.

  “Thank you.” She blushed.

  Tasha was still drowsy, so they didn’t talk much on the way home. When they got there, Tim carried her into the house and straight to the bedroom. Laying her in the bed, he filled the tub with warm water and Epsom salts, knowing she would be stiff and sore from the cross.

  When the tub was full, he stripped, then went and got her from the bed. He wasn’t done yet.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Tasha woke late the next morning expecting to be stiff and sore. She was surprised at how good she felt. Stretching her limbs, there was very little stiffness at all. Her skin felt like she had a mild sunburn, but that was all. She felt pretty good.

  Rolling out of bed, she grabbed her robe and went to find Tim. He was on the phone and pulled her to sit in his lap while he finished his conversation.

  When he was done, he looked at her and asked, “How are you feeling?”

  “Good, better than I expected. That was fantastic,” she told him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

  “Good girl,” he answered when she released him. He stood and carried her to the shower. “First a shower, then I’m going to rub you down with lotion. Your skin needs the attention.”

  About two hours later—the rubdown led to other things—they were sitting down to brunch. It was a working day for both of them, and they needed to stop by Tasha’s old apartment and check to make sure everything was clean. They had decided it was best for her to move in with Tim temporarily until the matter with Jason was settled. Tim was hoping he could convince her to make it permanent.

  When they arrived at her apartment, the manager met them. He was sad to see her go but understood the situation. The place looked good. They had had everything cleaned, but most of Tasha’s things had to be thrown away. She was a little sad, but nothing could be done.

  The manager told her that a man had been looking for her and had been very persistent. He prom
ised that he hadn’t given the man any information, but since the man had just left, he wanted Tasha to know.

  Tasha was upset and worried. What if Jason found her? What was she going to do? Tim tried to reassure her, but there was only so much he could do.

  The night was quiet at the club, but they were busy. The weekend was coming, when there were to be several demonstrations, and the club was expected to be full both Friday and Saturday night. Tasha was excited but nervous. They had called in extra help and extra security, but Theresa was due to have her baby any day, and although she was going to try to help, there wasn’t a lot she could do. Rachel was also coming, but her baby was very young, and she was nervous about leaving him. The other girls were all pregnant and not feeling up to being at the club.

  Tasha tried to reassure Kyle she would be fine, but neither of them were convinced. Tim and Alan sat with Tasha and Theresa for several hours. Rachel hadn’t been able to make it, as Devan, her son, was sick, and she wouldn’t leave him. The evening was going pretty well, when Theresa doubled over. Labor pains had started.

  She had told Tasha earlier the she didn’t feel well but was trying to tough it out. Alan bundled his wife off to the hospital, promising to call. Tim sat with Tasha until there was something happening in the main room and he was called away.

  Tasha was nervous. Something didn’t seem right. She could hear faint noises coming from the main room, which was unusual, because it was supposed to be soundproof. Maybe it was just her imagination. She was worried for Tim? What if he got hurt or worse? Why wasn’t anybody coming to tell her what was going on?

  She was just getting up to go check when the front door crashed open.

  Giggling, a couple came in. “Sorry,” the man said, “the wind caught the door. It’s a rough night out there.”

  Tasha sat with a whoosh of air. She had to get herself under control, or she was going to freak out. She took the couple’s membership cards and scanned them, giving them the okay to enter the club.