Fiend (16 page)

“Stand, Precious, and undress me,” I ordered her as I stepped in front of her. She’d followed orders and was on her knees completely nude, thighs spread, palms resting on them. Untying my shoes, she removed them, followed by my socks. She stood and unclamped my cufflinks, bending to put them in one of my shoes before dragging her fingers down my buttons. Yanking my shirt out of my trousers, she started at the bottom and worked her way up unfastening the buttons. Instead of removing my shirt, she dropped her hands to my belt. Once she had it open, she released my pants and followed them down to my ankles to help me step out of them. Standing again, she slid her hands over my skin from my ankles, up my legs and chest to move down my arms. The shirt fell to the ground.

“Excellent,” I murmured before grabbing the heavy leather collar from the dresser filled with toys. As I reached to wrap it around her neck, I noticed the absence of her pearls. “No pearls?”

“N...no, sir.” She bowed her head in shame. “I took them off when I thought you no longer wanted me.”

“I will always want you,” I stated emphatically. “You will wear this collar until I can place your pearls back on you.”

Her head snapped up in surprise. The collar wasn’t something anyone would mistake for anything other than what it was. It was a punishment in itself, but I hated her not wearing something to signify my ownership of her. I did own her, too. She was mine forever, no matter what else happened.

“Yes, sir,” she said after a moment.

I clipped a chain to the metal loop in the front of the collar, then turned toward the door.

“You will be getting that punishment I promised you so long ago,” I told her before walking out the door. I felt a slight hesitation from her before she followed quietly behind me. Once we entered the main room, I led her to the back of the large empty room with a solitary wooden bench that was larger than the spanking benches. I heard a soft gasp from her, but didn’t slow my pace.

As I turned to face her, I saw Gabe walk in and smiled wickedly.

“Anyone who wishes to watch is more than welcome,” I said to him. He nodded and I turned my attention to Alix. “Say stop and this ends.”

“I remember, sir,” she swallowed.

“Then lie down, beautiful.” I stepped back, letting her leash drop as I grabbed the machine from the corner of the room. Turning around, I couldn’t help but gaze at my lovely woman as she sprawled over the bench. Her arms were already over her head, ready to be restrained, while her legs were spread so her feet touched the floor. I walked closer, taking the machine with me, and I felt my cock elongate when my eyes landed on her bare pussy. It was already glistening with her eagerness and I yearned to taste it.

No, not until after her punishment, the Dom in my head barked.

Pushing the machine to the foot of the bench, I maneuvered the vibrating tip to her clit while lining up the automatic thrusting cock to her opening. I used two fingers to enter her and she moaned, arching her back.

Yes, she was ready for her punishment. Wet and willing.

“There is a dial here for me to control the vibrations and the speed at which you will be fucked,” I informed her as I turned it on. I watched as the realistic looking cock slowly slid into her and she cried out. “Feel good?”

“Not as good as you, sir,” she moaned and I turned the dial up, adding in the vibrator. She writhed, reminding me I hadn’t yet secured her. I was getting ahead of myself since I was so excited to watch her being fucked without my own orgasm getting in the way.

I used the leather cuffs attached to the bench to tie down her ankles to the legs of the bench before using the cuffs at the top to restrain her wrists. Returning to the machine, I watched as it filled her, then receded.

There were voices growing in strength and I looked up to find we had been joined by a crowd. Some were watching while others were being sucked or fucked. I reached down to take my dick in my hand and found there was a copious amount of pre-come leaking from my tip. Using the moisture, I pumped my fist over my cock a few times while watching Alix. I moved my hand lazily up and down since there was no rush to come.

Alix cried out her first orgasm and I smiled. As I knelt next to her head, she turned to look at me.

“Who is your master?” I demanded.

“You are, sir.” She bit down on her bottom lip.

“Who owns your body?”

“You do, sir.”

“Who owns your pleasure?”

“You, sir.”

“That’s right, now show me how beautiful you are when you come. I want this table covered with your come when we are done. You are mine and I want every person in this building to hear you crying out with the pleasure I give you — even when it becomes too much and it hurts, I want you to come again and again. No one else is ever to give you pleasure. It is all mine. Mine to control, mine to give.” I fondled her breasts as I spoke to her, causing her to moan and move with the machine.

“Yes, master. I am your’s.” She paused to suck in a breath. “My body is yours to do with as you please.”

“That’s right. Don’t ever forget it.”

She cried out and came again, her gaze on mine as she did.

“Never, sir,” she breathed.

I stepped back and spotted a riding crop under the table. Smiling, I picked it up and ran the tip around her nipples.

“Mmm, look what I found, Precious.” I traced her jaw with it. She groaned with pleasure as she closed her eyes. I waited until I could tell she was on the brink of coming again and then brought the crop down on one nipple, then the other. She exploded and yelled out louder than before with her release.

I used the crop all over her breasts and even parts of her stomach as she was forced to come again and again. Deciding she’d had enough of the additional pain, I dropped the crop back to where I’d found it. She was moaning in pain from the number of forced orgasm, but still she didn’t say to stop. While she could keep taking it, I couldn’t.

Standing next to her, I clutched at my cock. I jerked my hand up and down my length roughly until finally thick strands shot from my tip, all over her stomach. She got off at the same time, obviously enjoying the added benefit of watching me play with my dick.

I placed a palm over my release and rubbed it into her skin.

“Mine,” I growled as I kept rubbing until it had dried, leaving a crusty residue behind. My cock was still hard though, so I moved to kneel over her chest. “Suck.”

She lifted her head and even though she was breathing hard, she took me into her mouth. Holding the back of her head, I supported her as she moved rapidly up and down. At one point, she paused to moan around me as she came yet again. As soon as she came down, she started sucking again.

Adding her teeth into the mix, she had me thrusting into her, forcing her to take me deeper. Sparks started to gather in my balls and I clenched at her hair, which was still in the horrible ponytail. My thighs trembled. My eyes closed. When I couldn’t take anymore, I yelled, “Come. Now.”

She bucked against me as much as her restraints allowed and I filled her throat with my seed. I nearly collapsed on top of her from coming so hard, but managed not to, barely. After a second, I climbed off her and turned the machine off.

“Good girl, Precious,” I said, pushing it out of the way. Undoing her restraints, I helped her sit up. Her eyes were glossed over as she looked at me. My sweet girl was well into subspace. Gathering her to my chest, I glanced around to see everyone was in various stages of fucking. The ones who didn’t do public scenes must’ve left or given into their desires. I couldn’t blame them. Watching her had been too much for me to handle without needing to get my own release as well.

Gabe appeared at my side and I stared at him while soothing a hand over Alix’s back.

“I see things are going well between you two,” he said, nodding toward her.

“Seems that way.” I was still pissed he’d interfered in my life, but then if he hadn’t I quite possibly wouldn’t have Alix back.

“It’s good to see you back acting as a Dom. You thrive as a Dom.”

“I thrive because she is at my side, nothing else.” I placed a kiss on the top of her head. “I love her. She is my world and I was stupid to not fight harder, to let my demons get the better of me.”

“We all have our own demons and handle them our own way. You know I’m here for you and would do anything to help a good friend out. I’m glad she followed my advice and your stubborn ass listened.” Gabe smiled before walking away.

I couldn’t help but smile too.

Chapter 17

Alix

When I floated back to my body, I found John and I were in his room at the club, cuddled together.

“Welcome back,” he said as his hand continued to run over my head, comforting me.

My lady parts were sore for the first time in a very, very long time. Where John’s nails had broken the skin of my breasts stung, especially after he’d taken the crop to them, but it had felt amazing when he’d done it. Every part of me was content, my mind at ease after such an intense scene and being back where I belonged -- in John’s arms.

“Mmm.” I snuggled more deeply into his chest, reveling in his hard muscles.

“Yes, I do believe that’s exactly how I feel,” John laughed softly. “How are
you
feeling, Precious?”

“Good, but sore,” I croaked, my throat dry.

“Was it too much?”

“No. It was perfect.”

I felt him relax under me as if some unknown tension I hadn’t realized was there had dissipated.

“You are perfect.” He gently tugged on my hair until I was looking up at him. My ponytail was no more. He must have removed it at some point. “You are, you know.”

“Hardly,” I scoffed, but smiled. He was the perfect one. Maybe not to everyone else, but to me he was exactly what I needed, wanted. Staring up at him, I realized I wanted to give him everything. I wanted to stay with him forever. I wanted to live with him. When he’d first asked, I’d hesitated, worried something from his past would come up again and I wouldn’t be able to handle it. Separating from him while having no where to live would’ve only made it so much worse, but I realized we’d have to work our problems out if we lived together. “I’m going to need your help.”

“Anything.”

“Well, you see, this incredibly wonderful man asked me to move in with him, but I have a lot of stuff. I have a house I’ll need to rent or sell. There are a lot of things I need assistance with if I want to make it happen.” I watched as light blossomed in his eyes as it what I was saying sank in.

“You’ll move in?” he asked, shocked. It had only been hours since I’d refused his offer. “What changed?”

“You reminded me of everything we have together. How much I need you from the time I wake up to the time I fall asleep with your arms wrapped tightly around me. I can’t go back to sleeping alone. I don’t want to. I want to smell your morning breath and hear you snoring in the middle of the night. All of it. You being there when I get home from an exhausting day at work or when I need someone to vent to about horrible clients. Just you, all the time.” I planted a kiss on his slightly parted lips. “Do you still want me?”

“Absolutely,” he breathed against my mouth before closing the distance for a passion-fueled kiss. “Nothing would make me happier.”

“I do have a confession to make though.”

“Really? And what might that be?” He lifted his eyebrow.

“When we were apart… I broke rules,” I sighed. I really wasn’t up for another punishment, not so soon after the one I’d just gone through, but I wanted him to know everything.

“Hmm.” He pursed his lips. “Broke the rules, hmm?”

“Yes, sir. I masturbated many times a day. The compulsions were back stronger than ever before,” I admitted. I shifted away from him, feeling the crusty layer on my stomach. A shower was in order as soon as we made it through this conversation.

“Do you feel the compulsion now?” he asked, tilting his head.

“No, sir. I know that you will provide all the pleasure I need.” It was the truth — somehow when he was around, I no longer felt the need to touch myself or fulfill the compulsions I knew I’d probably always feel. Addictions never fully went away, as I had learned; it was simply having the tools to handle it that made me not give in. John was the best thing for me.

“Then I suppose I can let it slide. We were both in dark places and doing things that weren’t good for us.” I could tell from the glint in his eye he was remembering how he’d coped. I knew I’d never forget what I saw. The marks on his back would take a long time to fully heal so I’d have reminders of it until then. He barely seemed to notice them, which told me he’d been whipped more than once and was used to the residual pain from them. Thankfully, although he’d been whipped numerous times, the skin hadn’t been broken a single time.

I couldn’t help but wonder what he’d been through — what else was this man hiding about his past? While I didn’t want to push, I knew soon enough I would be poking around for answers. The only way we would ever last is if we finally shared all our demons. I would have to put mine out there as well and I wasn’t ready to do it yet, so I let him keep his secrets for a while longer.