Bound to the Bad Boy (13 page)

“Take
her from behind too, Lee.”

“Yes, Master King.”
          

Lee probed between her buttocks until he found her anus. He
smoothed her juices over
it,
until it was nicely
lubricated then he slid a finger into the tight ring. He pushed deeper and
deeper until he synchronized the rhythm of his hands. Megan felt that she would
explode as he pressed the wall inside her that divided her cavities. It was the
most unusual sensation yet so intense and fulfilling.

“Are you ready to come yet, sub?” Matt asked as he sunk his
teeth into her shoulder.

“Yes, Master.” She ground her teeth together.

“Then come.”

She released at his command and hurtled over the edge,
bucking wildly as Lee fucked both of her holes with his fingers and Matt pulled
her nipples and squeezed her clit hard with the metal devices.

When Megan collapsed against Matt, he released his hold on
the clamps and Lee extricated his fingers.

“You may go now, Lee.”

“Yes,
Master King.”

Lee
stood up and pulled a handkerchief from his jeans. He wiped his hands. He was
flushed with excitement and his jeans bulged.

Megan
smiled. “Thank you.” She slumped against her Dom, exhausted, sated and overwhelmed.

Lee
gave a sweet little salute then wandered off. He didn’t get far because he was
soon summoned to the sofa opposite where the Dom was now using a dildo to fuck
his sub’s butt.

Megan realized
that Lee was in for a busy, pleasure filled night.

“Stand
up, sub.”

Megan
got to her feet and faced Matt.

“Was
that a good start to the evening?”

“Yes,
Master.”

“Plenty more to come.”
He smiled and his large dark eyes shone with emotion. Megan could see that
he was grateful for her company and her enthusiasm for the scene this evening.
He ran a hand up her leg then tickled her sensitive clit. Her legs trembled.

There
was more to come. She had scened here before and engaged with other men and
women when they played but never in full sex. That had always just been about
her and Matt. The titillation that built up to sex was exciting foreplay for
them both. And it was usually all about her pleasure.

“Now
remove these panties, sub. They’ll just get in the way.”

Megan
did as he told her and handed them to him. Apart from the holdups and corset
she was naked. But the orgasm had left her feeling more relaxed and deliciously
lubricated. She wondered, with rising enthusiasm, what Matt would next choose
for her.

****

As they
wandered through the many rooms of the club, Megan began to feel overwhelmed.
The club had expanded since her last visit and catered to even more BDSM
practices. In one room, a woman lay stretched face down on a pool table. Her
hands and feet were bound to the corners. She was naked. Another woman, her
Dom, straddled her. She was wearing the biggest luminous pink strap-on Megan
had ever seen. As the sub wriggled on the green felt, begging for mercy, the
Dom covered the strap-on in lube then began to penetrate the sub anally.

Megan leaned
against Matt in the doorway watching the erotic spectacle. The sub looked up at
one point and caught her eye. She flashed
her a
quick
conspiratorial smile that said:
I’m
loving this.

It
reminded Megan that being a sub was about surrendering to what your Master
wanted, giving that person the power, but only within limits. Whatever a Dom
and a sub agreed would be off-
limits,
should stay off-limits.
Matt had never pushed her into anything she didn’t want. He had been persuasive
if he believed that she would enjoy something but never pushy. It was one of
the things about him in his role as Dom that endeared her to him. It bound her
to him both emotionally and physically.

They moved
on from the pool room, to one completely decorated in red. In the far corner
was what seemed like a giant leather spider web and a large oak throne equipped
with
restraints.
A heavy set man was tied to the
throne wearing just a cock ring, and a woman, whom Megan recognized as the
receptionist, knelt before him sucking his toes. She still wore her black dress
from earlier but it was pulled up over her hips to reveal a tiny blue thong.

Other
rooms
followed,
all containing different scenes from a
medieval dungeon to a shower room, which Matt told her was sometimes used by
members for blood play or just to recreate a good old-fashioned sexy shower
scene.

“So do
any of the rooms take your fancy, sub? This evening is, after all, about
reintroducing you to the scene.” He shifted their bundles from one arm to the
other.

Megan
reached out, wanting to caress his chest but she remembered herself and pulled
her hand back just in time. A sub did not do anything without her Master’s
order.

“I
would like…” Could she really ask for it? The words seemed too difficult to
articulate.

“Tell
me.”

“I
would like you to flog me.
Again.
Like
you used to.”

Matt’s
eyes darkened. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her towards him. He
kissed her hard on the mouth then grabbed her by the waist and threw her over
his shoulder as easily as if she were made of feathers. She gasped for breath,
startled at his fiery reaction but aroused by the sheer, raw masculinity of it.

He marched
towards the medieval dungeon where Megan had seen a Saint Andrew’s cross and he
threw their bundles into the room then he dropped her to her feet. He steadied
her for a moment, staring intently at her.
“Door open or
closed?”

“I
don’t care, Master.”

He shut
the door. Megan noticed that it had a window at eye level. It was there so that
members could watch but also so that the club’s hosts could check on
proceedings to ensure that all was well within the scene. Club Castille adhered
to all the rules of its community.

Matt
turned back to Megan. His eyes blazed. He was now in full Dom mode and she
began to tremble. She was scared. She was excited. She was aroused. She wanted
this.

“Stand
facing the cross and put your hands and legs into the restraints.”

“Yes,
Master.”

He
moved to a gothic looking dresser next to the door and began rifling through
it. Megan assumed the position then she waited.

Matt
fastened the restraints then checked them. “Are these okay?”

“Yes,
thank you, Master.”

Her
heart pounded and her mouth was dry. She wondered how she would deal with the
pain. It had been so long since she’d entered sub-space. Would she be able to
reach that zone again? Could she release herself enough to do so?

Matt removed
her corset then rubbed at her back, bottom and thighs. He thrust a hand through
her legs and grabbed at her pussy, rubbing her labia vigorously.
“Hot and wet.
You want this, don’t you?”

“Yes.
Please beat me.”

He fondled
her folds and caressed her clit and she moaned as she felt the familiar tingling
that led to orgasm. He slipped two fingers into her and she wriggled on them,
wanting him to fuck her so badly.

“I
think you’re ready, sub,” he said, as he stopped playing with her.

And she
was.
On the brink of climaxing.

She
heard him running the leather thongs of a flogger through his fingers and she
tensed.

“Relax,
Megan. If you fight this it will hurt more. You have to remember to let go.
Just move with the flogger, adore it and respond to it.”

He
started on the backs of her thighs. Light little flicks. The flogger glanced
off the lace hold-ups, pinging against her skin as Matt warmed her up. He moved
it over her bottom and the soft flesh there shook in response. Each time, its contact
with her skin was precisely administered. Megan focused on relaxing, on moving
with the leather straps instead of against them. She must not fight
it,
she had to surrender to them. Give
herself
up to them.

Her
skin burned and still the pain kept coming, increasing in intensity. Matt amplified
the power of his strokes, altering the flick of his wrist so that the flogger
began to bite rather than just graze. Megan breathed deeper, taking long slow
breaths that filled her lungs and straightened her back.

As the
blows came faster, Megan began to climb into the dream like state of subspace.
Her skin was warm and tender, her body aroused. Her full breasts bounced with
each blow, the sore nipples tight and hard and her pussy bumped against the
cross, arousing her, building the tingling in her clit that made her thrust towards
it and grind her hips against it.

When
Matt stopped for a moment she groaned. She needed him to continue. She was
soaring through ecstasy, weightless and free.

For a
moment, there was silence, then Matt gave a primitive roar and the flogger met
the flesh at the tops of her thighs … then he struck again, and the fiery
tongues flicked up onto her pussy and bit into the soft flesh of her labia. She
screamed as an orgasm claimed her, rippling through her entire body as the
leather thongs found her clit again and again and again.

Chapter Nine

Matt
stared at Megan. She hung limply from the cross, dazed and weak after her beating.
Her skin was red and some areas were marked with stripes, which forecast her bruises.

She was
beautiful. She had surrendered. She was his.

The
exchange was complete.

He
would never do anything to her that she didn’t want. She responded to their
play because she enjoyed it. She was so sensual and responsive. Not all men or
women enjoyed being flogged but for those who did, it was about so much more
than the physical pain. It was about the bond between submissive and Dominant.
The connection that went deeper than many relationship bonds.
And, of course, during a controlled beating, when the body’s natural endorphins
kicked in, the rush could be incredible, akin to orgasm itself.

He
wiped the back of his hand across his sweat soaked brow and moved his neck from
side to side to loosen the tension that had gathered there. In his efforts to
keep his blows controlled, he had become tense and his whole body ached with
need and exertion.

He
placed the flogger on the drawers then picked up one of their bundles. He
opened it and pulled out a tube of arnica cream, which he administered to
Megan’s back, rear and thighs. It would help with the bruising but she might
require some painkillers to ease the discomfort.

Throughout
her beating he had remained controlled. Aroused, yet controlled. Mad with
desire, yet controlled. He had been trained well and he knew what he was doing.
How to strike with a flogger to create a delicious pain that wouldn’t break the
skin.
How to use it on a sub’s sexual organs to arouse her
and get her off.
But seeing Megan soar into sub-space, this first time
after so long apart, had driven him wild.

He
desperately wanted to make love to her.

“Megan?”

“Mmmm.”

He
untied the restraints and scooped her into his arms. She smelt of sweat,
arousal and jasmine. He kissed her forehead.

“Megan,
I want to take you home.”

“Please,
Master. I would like that.”

He
carried her out to the changing rooms and retrieved their belongings. He
wrapped her coat around her then took her out to his bike. He lowered her
carefully onto the seat and when he climbed on in front of her he made sure
that she was holding on tight.

Then he
drove them slowly back to his house, the house he had built for Megan, and took
her tenderly inside.

****

Matt turned
on the faucet and squirted bubble bath under the running water then he went
back into the bedroom. Megan was still curled up on her side in the fetal
position, wearing her now creased green mac. It was as if their time at Club
Castille had exhausted her. Being a sub was about physical surrender, yes, but
it was also about an intensely emotional surrender. And it could be draining.
He hoped that he hadn’t tried to introduce Megan to their former practices too
early. But time had been short and he wanted to find out if she really could
return to their life again.
If he could trust her not to run.
That was, of course, if she even wanted to stay.

She had
left him once. She could do so again.

He
nudged her shoulder. “Megan?”

“Um?”
She turned
her head slightly to face him.