Wonderland 4: King Of Clubs
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Ty ordered his cock to stand down, and gritted his teeth when it refused to cooperate. His leather breeches were far too tight and little blood was making its way to his brain. So instead he focused on controlling his woman.
“Sit to my right,” he ordered her, gesturing to the seat beside his own at the head of the massive dining table.
“Yes, Majesty,” she said with her eyes lowered, a hint of a smile still curving her luscious lips.
Cool air brushed his naked chest as he pulled the high-backed chair out for her, then seated himself. In moments servants and chefs appeared, placing before Ty and Awai platters of roasted fowl, baked bread, vegetables, fruits, and pastries.
Once their plates were filled by one of the servants, Ty inclined his head to Awai. “You may eat now, my tigress.”
“Thank you, Majesty.” Awai speared a piece of a meat and vegetable filled pastry with her fork.
Ty took that moment to place his hand on her knee and slowly slide it upward to the inside of her thigh. Awai froze in mid-motion, her eyes wide as he moved up further, closer to her mound.
“Go ahead, my sweet,” Ty murmured close to her ear. “Eat.”
Awai tensed as Ty’s hand settled on her thigh.
“Eat,” he commanded again, and she slowly started in on the unusual food items on her plate. His hand remained close to her bare mound, and she had a hard time focusing on the meal or the conversation. He did mention sending messengers out to inform the Kings and Queens, telling them that Awai was now with him, but Ty did not know when his brothers and her nieces would arrive. Likely not for a few weeks.
With Ty’s hand teasing her mound, Awai’s desires for him increased by the second. By the time they finished their meal she was so ready for him that she wanted to jump the man.
When she set down her fork and looked up at him, Ty said, “The dungeon awaits. Follow me,” he added as he pushed back his chair and strode out of the dining chamber.
Awai’s belly flip-flopped as she wondered what he had in store for her. I’ve been in countless dungeons, she reminded herself as she slipped out of her chair to follow him. This one can’t be any different.
Ty walked ahead of her, the muscles of his naked back flexing with every powerful movement he made. His long blond hair flowed well past his shoulders, and the black leather pants molded his tight ass.
She couldn’t wait to get him out of them.
Maybe it was because she was used to the Dom/sub relationships she had witnessed in the BDSM clubs, and the fact she’d been a Domme herself—whatever the case, it didn’t bother Awai to walk behind Ty in a subservient manner. She had chosen this role—at least for now—and she intended to enjoy every aspect of it. She trusted that Ty would keep his word, and believed that if she was uncomfortable with anything, he would back off.
Although with everything she’d done to her subs—that they always enjoyed—and with everything she’d seen in other D/s relationships, she didn’t think there was much she’d be uncomfortable with. The only place she wouldn’t go was public humiliation or corporal punishment. Safe, sane and consensual, always.
Awai followed Ty through the airy palace. Warm sunshine poured in through countless windows and her boots made soft thunks on the marble tiles as she walked. Cool air caressed her naked shoulders, belly, the undersides of her breasts, and the part of her thighs not covered by her skirt or her boots.
At the end of one long hallway, Ty reached a large green wooden door, stopped, and waited for Awai to catch up with him. She expected a dark winding staircase leading down to an even darker dungeon, but when Ty opened the door the landing was brightly lit by skylights. The door softly closed behind them as she followed him down a wide set of green marble steps and into an expansive hallway. The floor was the same forest green marble, but the walls were white with many paintings of landscapes and seascapes. The sight of the paintings reminded Awai of Annie, and she couldn’t help but wonder how her niece fared these days.
The hallway was also lit by skylights. They were positioned to one side of the hallway where Awai could see grass and flowers blooming outside. She realized they had to be underground, but not entirely beneath the castle.
They reached a set of double doors at the end of the hallway. Ty grasped the gold club-shaped handles and flung the doors open.
It was the most amazing “dungeon” Awai had ever seen. The lighting was more intimate but not too dark, and everything was white instead of black. The devices—there were so many that Awai couldn’t begin to absorb them all. She heard the door close behind her as her experienced eye ran over items that seemed traditional, like a St. Andrew’s cross, spreader bars, seats with restraints, spanking benches, suspension gear, swings, a cage with glass bars, and much more.
Yet each item appeared to be different than she was used to. Like the swing that hung from nothing, as if invisible restraints held it in mid air. The St. Andrew’s cross was the centerpiece of the room, but what was incredible was that it was made of crystal and it actually seemed to glow. She could sense a sort of power radiating from it. All the other items seemed somehow different, too, but she was too overwhelmed to take it all in.
Along two walls were assorted floggers, whips, canes, paddles, white leather restraints and harnesses, tethers, ticklers, blindfolds, candles and that glittering golden rope he had used to tie her with earlier. Again, it was all close to what she was familiar with, yet not.
“Wow,” Awai said as she turned to look at Ty. At his frown, she lowered her eyes demurely and added, “Your Majesty.”
Within her line of vision, he held out his hand. On his palm a black collar appeared, with a gold club charm dangling from it. The club matched the charms hanging from her nipples.
“Will you wear my collar to signify that you are mine?” he asked in a firm tone. “You will be my slave until I have broken through the barriers that hold your heart and soul hostage.”
Awai paused, understanding the symbolism of the gesture, yet wondering if being his “slave” would help her heal. If she refused, this would end. But if she accepted the collar, then she also accepted whatever came next.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” she finally said. “I accept your gift.”
Ty moved behind her and she lifted her long dark hair so that he could fasten the collar around her neck. She shivered from the light brush of his fingertips against her neck as the charm swung against the hollow at the base of her throat.
When he was finished and she had turned back to him, she felt different somehow. A little nervous knowing she was truly this man’s sub, and she must do all that he asked of her. But she also realized that she held power over him—she was responsible for his pleasure as he was responsible for caring for her.
Ty kept his expression serious as he held out his hand. A whip appeared in his grip—another display of his magic—and then Awai realized it was hers. She’d left it in her bedchamber.
He snapped the whip and Awai jumped as the crack filled the room. “It is time for your first punishment, tigress.”
She worried the inside of her lower lip as she glanced from the whip to Ty’s face. He showed no emotion in his expression, but his eyes held warmth. She was certain he wouldn’t hurt her.
Wasn’t she?
“Yes, Majesty.” She folded her hands in front of her as Kalina had earlier instructed. “What would you have me do?”
“Remove your clothing.” Ty held his hands behind his back, his head high, the club tattoo rippling at his abs. “But leave on your boots.”
Awai felt a shiver of excitement trail up her spine. She had no compunctions about being naked in front of anyone, and especially this man. When she pulled the white leather strap covering her breasts over her head, a pained expression crossed Ty’s features, but then it was gone. He seemed mesmerized by her breasts, unable to take his eyes from her rouged nipples.
But when she shimmied out of the leather skirt and kicked it aside, she saw his throat work, as
though he was swallowing down his desires. The bulge in his leather pants was absolutely huge, and her nipples tightened just looking at it.
Ty cleared his throat and motioned with the whip to the St. Andrews cross. “Stand facing the cross, with your back to me, slave.”
The way he said slave turned her on beyond belief. “Yes, Your Majesty,” Awai said then moved to the crystal X at the center of the room. She purposely added a little extra sway to her hips, just for Ty’s benefit. She loved the way it felt to be naked except for the thigh high boots, her collar, and her nipple rings. The charms swayed against her breasts and at her neck, and the boots felt snug and supple around her legs.
When she reached the cross she stood, waiting for his instruction.
“Raise your arms,” he commanded near her ear, surprising her that he was so close to her. How did he do that?
“Yes, Majesty.” Awai complied, raising her arms so that they were splayed out at the top of the X. Ty produced a magical golden rope out of nowhere, slipped it through a clear hook on the X, and tied one wrist. He took his time, brushing his chest against her back and his arms against hers, in slow sensuous movements that made her pussy flood with moisture. When he was finished, he repeated the process with her other wrist so that both arms were firmly secured, but in the same slow manner designed to drive her crazy with lust.
Awai took a deep breath as she waited for his next instruction. “Spread your legs,” he said, and she obeyed. The restraints at her wrists allowed her to follow his instructions without losing her balance. He teased her by running his hands along the inside of one thigh, down her boot to her ankle before tying it to the cross with the golden rope. He tantalized her with every touch, his warm breath a caress upon her skin and she swore could feel the heat from his palms through the supple leather boots as he grasped her ankles.
The crystal cross felt surprisingly warm and comfortable against her cheek, her breasts, belly, and mound. Perhaps it was the white glow, but it was somehow relaxing—even though Ty was driving her out of her mind with need for him.
A whip cracked behind Awai and her heart beat faster as she realized she was about to be whipped. She swallowed down the rush of fear that tightened her chest, but she couldn’t stop the sudden trembling in her body.
“What is wrong, my sweet tigress?” he murmured near her ear, his breath fanning her cheek as he spoke.
“I—I…” Awai couldn’t believe she had such a hard time getting it out. She was a millionaire business woman for crissake, and a former Domme. “Your Majesty, may I have a safe word?”
“What is a safe word?” From the sound of his voice he was clearly puzzled.
“It’s a word we agree upon.” Awai swallowed again. “If what’s happening frightens me, hurts me, or is outside my comfort zone, I say the word and you stop immediately.”
“Of course.” He kissed her neck in that sensitive dip before her shoulder. “What would you like to be your safe word?”
Awai closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them. “Cherry blossoms.”
“Then cherry blossoms it is.” Ty gave a soft laugh that tickled her spine. “You have nothing to fear from me, my lovely. I am your King. I will take care of you and make sure you are safe, always.”
“Thank you, Majesty,” Awai whispered, and relaxed against the cross.
The rough feel of the leather whip trailed across her shoulders and back. “Do you know why you are being punished, slave?”
“Yes, Majesty.” Awai shifted against her bonds. “I climaxed without your permission and I did not refer to you as you instructed me.”
“That is correct, my beauty.”
The whip slithered over her shoulder, across her breasts and then up her neck. Awai sighed at the sensual feel of the whip gliding over her body. A nervous tingling, a sense of both anticipation and a little bit of fear heated her body.
“You are as precious as the rarest of flowers,” he murmured as he nuzzled her hair and continued to trail the whip over her body. “Like the cherry blossoms, you are to be treasured and loved in my Kingdom.”
Awai tensed at the word “love” but relaxed again as Ty moved away and skimmed her back and ass with the whip. She even felt it through the buttery soft leather of the thigh-high boots. Her body was relaxed against the cross, her golden bonds keeping her firmly tied to its surface.
When she realized the whip was no longer caressing her, she stiffened, waiting for the first blow. Cherry blossoms, she reminded herself. If I don’t enjoy this, all I have to say is cherry blossoms.
The lash landed across her butt cheeks, barely a kiss and a light sting. Again the lash fell and again. Each lash was a little stronger than the last, but Awai found herself relaxing, then tensing in anticipation of each one. The pain and pleasure intermingled like chill wind on one’s cheeks on an icy cold day. Sharp at first, but then cool and the bitter pain welcome.
Desire grew within her as Ty whipped her, her pussy creamy with her juices, her nipples hard and aching from the nipple rings. It was an amazing feeling—this stinging pleasure that brought her closer to orgasm with every stroke.
When she was about to beg him to let her come, the lashes stopped. Awai sagged against her bonds, her body burning from the lashes and burning for Ty.
He moved behind her again, pushed her hair from her neck, and kissed her nape, just above her collar. “You look so beautiful standing here,” he whispered. “Your body pink from my lashes, your juices glittering on your quim and on the inside of your thighs. Would you like me to fuck you now, slave?”
“Please.” Awai wished she could turn into his arms, but her bonds held her tight. “Please, Your Majesty, fuck me.”
He rubbed his palm over her ass and slipped his fingers into her creamy wetness. “Yes, you are ready for me.”
Ty brought his fingers to his mouth and tasted Awai on his tongue. He wanted nothing more than to take her now, but he had to maintain his role, to show her how much she enjoyed being dominated by her King.
“I am not yet finished with your punishments, my sweet.” He knelt and with his magic he removed the golden rope around her booted ankle and from the cross. Once he made sure Awai’s foot was firmly beneath her on the marbled floor, he repeated the process with her other ankle. Her legs trembled and he knew he would need to make sure she didn’t fall when he released her.
As he rose he kissed the bared flesh above her boots and lightly ran his tongue over her naked pussy lips. Awai moaned and arched toward him, but he only smiled and continued to work his way up over her firm ass to the sensitive spot at the base of her spine. She whimpered and then shivered as he ran his tongue from the crack of her ass, slowly up her spine to her shoulder blades. He gripped her waist with both hands and licked his way up to her neck again to the collar around her elegant throat.
“Are you ready to be freed from the cross?” he asked as he nestled his body tight to hers, his hard cock pressed to her lower back.
“Yes, Majesty,” she murmured.
With a flick of his wrist, Ty removed the bonds and sent the golden ropes back to the table of his favorite pleasure toys. He caught Awai to him at the same moment he released her, holding her tight until he felt she was able to stand on her own.
He turned her to face him so that she was in his embrace. “Are you ready for your next punishment, my tigress?”
Chapter Seven
Ty held back a smile from his future Queen. Awai’s cheeks were flushed, her blue eyes wide as she looked up at him. “Yes, Majesty.”
“That’s a good girl.” He took her arm and escorted her to the leather altar in one corner of the chamber. “Have you ever been punished with hot wax?”
Awai’s gaze shot up to meet Ty’s and a mixture of fear and excitement filled her again. “You mean wax play, Your Majesty?”
One of Ty’s eyebrows rose a notch. “Perhaps.” He patted the leather platform in front of her. “Climb onto the altar and lie on your back.”
Ty strapped her down, spread eagle, with those golden ropes he always made appear out of nowhere. As before he used slow, sensual movements, tracing her legs and thighs with the ropes and with his fingertips. He even teased her nipples with the ropes and tugged at her nipple charms, adjusting the loops so that they were even firmer around her already taut nubs.
When she was splayed out for his enjoyment and her punishment, the nervousness in her belly increased. Ty produced a candle in his palm, another display of magic that seemed to come so naturally to him.
Ty flicked his fingers and a small flame burst atop the candle that was a deep shade of mulberry and smelled of raspberries when it started to burn. The flame flickered and danced, its bluish yellow flame almost mesmerizing her.
Awai had never before felt as vulnerable as she did at that moment. Even being whipped on the cross had been different than being splayed out on this “altar.” At least on the cross her back had been to him. Now he could see all of her—from her facial expressions to her rouged nipples, to her wide, open pussy.
“This is made from a special wax that is not too hot and will not harm your skin.” He held the candle over one of her breasts. “Are you ready, tigress?”
She could already see the wax pooling at its top and a bead dripping down its side. “Yes, Majesty.” He tilted the candle over her nipple and she shut her eyes tight, then gasped as the wax burned then cooled…pain then pleasure.
“Watch,” he demanded, and she opened her eyes.
She looked up to see his blue gaze, as blue as the crystal waters in the Bahamas, and she became lost in those eyes. He could do anything to her and she knew she would enjoy it. All in that one moment she knew for a fact that he would never hurt her, would never cause her pain beyond what was enjoyable.
Her gaze followed his as he looked to her nipple and dribbled wax over the taut nub and the nipple ring. Again the burning feeling and then a sense of bliss as the wax rolled down her firm globe to the hollow between her breasts. Awai sighed and gave herself up to the constant sensations of heat then coolness, pain then pleasure.