Pleasure Bay (25 page)

“What do you think of my crop, Sydney?”

“Is that what that was, sir? I had no idea.” The need he’d built inside her made her voice deep and raspy.

“Did you like it?”

“I like the fur more, sir. It is very erotic.”

“Mm… a soft and soothing sensation when you are expecting quite the opposite heightens the experience. But you didn’t answer my question. Let’s give you another taste of both so you can formulate your opinion.”

Before she could reply, the tapping returned, this time lower and directly on the tender spot where her bottom met her upper thighs. He intermingled hard slaps, quick flicks, and soft caresses, spreading his attention all over her ass and thighs. Then he narrowed his focus to where juices from her drenched pussy had begun to trickle unchecked along the inside of her thighs.

The divine fur returned. As he massaged away the sting once more, he asked, “Now what do you think about my crop, baby?”

“Sir, it creates so many sensations at the same time, I can’t be sure if it’s evil or pure heaven.”

His fingers slid along her wet skin and he hummed with approval. “Considering the juices I see glistening on your thighs, your body has already decided. Let me see if I can sway your mind’s opinion toward pure heaven.”

The next instant, Sydney shrieked as the tapping resumed, but this time he bypassed her ass and thighs and applied his wicked crop directly to her pussy. Lightly, he flicked the leather against her swollen lips or rubbed it across her mound. There was no pattern to this sensual play and she tensed for the hard slap that she knew was forthcoming. When it didn’t come—only taps, flicks, and caresses to her quivering pussy—she groaned in exasperation.

Jaxon chuckled. “Easy, my impatient sub, predictability takes the fun out of it.”

“You enjoy teasing me, sir,” she gasped.

“Of course I do, and you enjoy being teased. That’s why this works so well.”

A tap landed lightly atop her pulsating and protruding clit. Dang, that felt good. A few more of those and she’d go off like a geyser. Trying to move things along, she arched her back, but a tug and a sharp pinch invaded both nipples. Dammit—the nipple clamps. She’d forgotten about them.

“Ah, ah, ah, naughty girl, you don’t control things here, remember? You have to learn to take what your dom gives you or suffer the consequences, yeah?” As proof of his decree, he slapped the crop once against each cheek; no preliminary taps, only the sharp eruption of fire.

Then he was back at her pussy, tapping away and driving her mad.

“Please, sir, I don’t know how much more I can bear.”

“For me, you will take as much as I give you. Won’t you, Sydney?”

“Yes, sir,” was her sobbing reply. Her body was alight with sensation and even though her tormentor was drawing things out excruciatingly slowly, she’d never felt more alive.

“Good subbie. Now, let’s see if you can answer my question now. What do you think of my crop?”

“I love it, sir. It’s wicked and cruel at times, especially when it burns my skin, but it also rubs, teases, and ignites a fire in my core, making me think of nothing but your cock in my pussy.”

Groaning against her clit where his lips were now pressed, he praised her. “Now that, my beautiful girl, is a superb answer. As such, a reward is definitely in order.” Suddenly, the vibe in her pussy and the plug in her ass buzzed faster and loud even with the music and other couples’ groans and screams. She then felt Jaxon separate her swollen lips until the air bathed her clit with coolness. As he held them spread wide, the tapping returned, directly on her clit.

Quick and firm, although not like the blows to her bottom, he kept up a steady flow of pats to her clit.

“Let go, baby. Come for me now.”

Of course she did, and as she came, screamed loud and long, the sensations prolonging her orgasm almost beyond her endurance.

Barely aware of her surroundings, her body was one continuous tremor of satisfaction. She didn’t know how, but he removed the vibe and the plug without her knowledge. She just knew when she opened her eyes briefly, they were gone. The clamps were a different story and she hissed when he released them. He then flipped her onto her back and soothed the aching tips with his tongue. Vaguely she wondered when he’d removed her cuffs, but she didn’t really care, she was too far gone in the blissful afterglow.

A warm blanket surrounded her with softness as Jax carried her in his strong arms. Finding a dark, quiet corner, he settled her on his lap, murmuring a thank you to someone before pressing a bottle of water to her lips.

“Drink.”

After draining half of it, she snuggled into his chest.

“I never knew.”

“Few people do. The brave ones wonder why they ever resisted.”

“Mm… I could sleep like this.”

“Go ahead, love, I’ll keep you safe.”

Chapter Fourteen

When Shane came out of the bathroom dressed in his favorite faded blue jeans with the rip in one knee, he took one look at Katie’s outfit and lost his breath for a moment. Damn, if she wasn’t the sexiest teacher he’d ever laid eyes on.

She had her gorgeous raven hair up in a twist, exposing the arch of her delicate throat where her pulse beat visibly and rapidly revealing her excitement despite her outward calm appearance. And with the glasses perched on her nose, holy shit, she looked like his teenage wet dream come to life! His eyes continued their exploration, stopping appreciatively to admire the soft, smooth flesh exposed above the white and black pin-striped bustier that tapered nicely to her slender waist. What little there was of the short black skirt wrapped snugly around her hips, barely concealed a scant few inches of the tops of her sexy thighs. The sheer black thigh-high stockings that covered most of what the skirt didn’t nearly made his heart skip a beat as he followed them down to the four-inch stilettos on her feet.

“What do you think, darling?” she asked, putting a hand on the curve of her hip.

“Honey, if my teachers had looked like this in high school, I’d never have graduated.” As it was, he needed to make an adjustment in his jeans and with his size, it was almost impossible to hide his arousal. Especially when she sauntered over to him as she was doing now. Every twitch of her hips made him ache more. He wished he could just tie her to the bed and tease her unmercifully for hours.

“We’ll see whether or not you graduate tonight.” A devious smile played on her glossy lips and the sultry tone of her voice made him drop to his knees, ready to service her glorious body. “Very nice, baby, but your report card is waiting on my desk in the dungeon.” She caressed the side of his face gently, tilting his chin. The searching look in her beautiful blue eyes, peering at him through those glasses, caused his cock to press harshly against his zipper. They hadn’t even left the bungalow and he was hard enough to pound nails. “Are you ready to see how you’ve done, boy?”

Shane was spellbound by that word ‘boy’ and the sexy way she said it. All he could do was nod because the lump in his throat was practically strangling him.

“Stand up, darling,” she said, putting a finger under his chin, guiding him as he stood. He noticed her eyes dropping to his groin. He groaned as her fingers moved to the button on his jeans and opened it. “That probably won’t be much relief, but it might help a little.” The relief he needed was to taste her sweet pussy and when he’d had his fill, bury his cock inside—hard and deep. She leaned in, her face so close Shane thought surely she was going to kiss him, but she didn’t. “Let’s go.” she whispered. Her breath pleated softly against his lips while the soft scent of her perfume met his nose.

Like a lovesick puppy, he followed her out the door, enjoying every step she took. Wanting to lick every inch of that tight round ass, he pictured her bent over a desk with her skirt raised to the waist, her bare ass presented beautifully for his tongue. Shane imagined himself parting her silky white globes and gliding his tongue along that forbidden skin until she trembled. A vivid image he’d never had before filled his mind, making his cock throb with need—he wanted to fuck her ass.

When they got to the mansion, he started to get nervous. Halfway up the wide marble steps, they came across a man wearing leather pants and nothing else. He was leading a pretty brunette by a chain, the leather collar around her neck providing little more coverage than the skimpy white lace outfit she was wearing.

Continuing their ascent, the soft click of her heels on the marble helped to calm his nerves. Finally, they came to a spiral staircase that was the last stretch leading toward their destination—Dimitri’s dungeon.

Shane’s heart was pounding as they entered. The distinctive sound of slaps against bare flesh and needful moans filled the air as he looked around. The room was huge and a large crowd had gathered as Katie had predicted. At dinner, she had explained that dungeon nights were very popular and were open to members as well as guests.

“You doing okay?” Katie asked, taking his hand.

“I don’t know yet.”

They walked hand in hand as she showed him around the room, where an assortment of kinky activities were being enjoyed. The voyeurism seemed accepted; no one stopped their play or appeared to mind as they passed or paused to watch a scene. Not even the woman on the erotic spanking bench whose rear was a dark shade of rosy red. The loud crack of the man’s paddle resounded off the walls with each carefully placed blow, but she appeared to be enjoying it judging by her whimpers and moans. Prior to Katie having swatted his ass earlier today and confessing to having spanked bad boys before, Shane never thought such a sight would excite him as much as it did right now.

“It looks like the spanking bench intrigues you, hmm?”

“Only if you are handling the paddle, teacher,” he replied softly, not taking his eyes off the scene.

“Hmm… been thinking about that swat I gave you this morning?” Her glossy lips curled into a half smile and she squeezed his hand.

His cheeks were warm and the heat on the back of his neck was spreading. He needed to pull himself together before his palms started sweating. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Teacher in here tonight, remember?” Slipping her fingers from his hand, she moved them to his back, trailing her nails softly along his spine.

“Yes, teacher.”

“Good boy. Let’s take a walk. I think there are more spankings and other activities going on that you might enjoy.” She withdrew her hand from his back, placed an index finger into one of his belt loops, and led him away.

They passed a woman strapped face down on a wheel. She was nude with the exception of red high heels on her feet and to Shane’s amazement, she was inverted. A large man unfurling a whip a few feet away caught his eye. No way, he was
not
going to snap that cruel-looking thing at that woman’s pristine ass. The ‘whoosh’ and resounding ‘crack’ that followed said that yes, indeed he would. He wanted to look over his shoulder and see what kind of mark it left, but he didn’t as what lay beyond the whip-wielding man had caught his undivided attention.

An older woman—late thirties, maybe—dressed in tight black vinyl pants and matching halter had a young man in his mid-twenties—half Shane’s size—bent over a padded saw horse. He was naked but for the leather cuffs restraining his ankles and the matching ones on his wrists that bound him with a length of heavy chain to a large iron ring embedded in the wall. The woman stood alongside him with a flogger, slowly trailing the thick leather strips down his back. Scant pink lines were visible on his ass where she had already struck. As the tails of the heavy flogger left his skin, she drew back in another full swing and lashed him.

“Thank you, mistress, may I have another?” the man called.

“Why’s he thanking her?” Shane whispered.

“Because he likes it, and that is their arrangement. Do you notice how hard the boy is?”

Not hardly, until she’d mentioned it, he hadn’t noticed that the guy’s cock was as stiff as a board and oozing pre-cum. But that’s not what aroused him about the scene. “The woman is what fascinates me. Look at her face as she picks her mark and her firm yet graceful moves as she smacks him.”

“Are you ready for more?” the domme asked.

“Yes, please, mistress,” the man replied clearly.

With a nod, the woman went to a nearby chair and exchanged the flogger for a wooden paddle. Shane could hear the creak of her vinyl pants as she returned to his side. She began caressing her sub’s ass, trailing her short nails across his skin while he moaned. A moment later, the paddle came crashing down. She then gave him ten swats in all, before stopping to assess her handiwork. The man’s cheeks were deeply pink, but not bright red like Shane expected to see.

“Where are you, subbie?” the domme asked him, smoothing the polished wood over his pink cheeks.

“Green, mistress.”

“Good boy. Another ten?”

“Yes, mistress.”

The paddling started again, and Katie leaned over and whispered close to Shane’s ear. “You like?”

“Yes, ma… teacher.” He looked over at her, noting the sexy grin on her face.

“I’ve watched these two before. Dana is an excellent domme. She worked with me a couple of times. Even let me use her sub as practice, with his permission, of course.”

“Is she a switch too?”

“No, neither of them are. She’s strictly domme and he’s naturally submissive. After a third round of ten, she will put him out of his misery and use his ass with a strap-on until he comes.”

“What?”

“I just thought I’d warn you ahead of time,” she smirked, taking his hand. “What do you say we get our own scene started? I’m dying for you to see your report card.” Her tone had changed from casual to smoking hot in one sentence. How she did that baffled him, but the moment he heard the slight drop in her voice that now purred so persuasively from her lips, he was back under her spell and his belly stirred with anticipation.

“Yes, teacher, but I’m still worried about other people watching, even if I can’t see them. I’ll know they’re there.”