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“Now, we will go back out to the main room.”

Chapter 6

John

As much as I wanted to play with Alix, hearing her tell me she wasn’t going to let me go nearly made me fuck her right there. Not that I wouldn’t do such a thing, but I had other plans for her and I couldn’t lose control, not yet. I had told her it was going to be a night of absence and I planned to fully see it through.

Alix looked breathtaking in her garter belt, but she nearly stopped my heart standing naked in front of me. I stalked toward her once I disrobed completely. Hooking my finger into the pearls around her neck, I used the delicate strand as a leash to lead her to the drawer.
Simply seeing them on her made me hard and had my heart thumping harder against my ribs.
She was mine.

Once I was holding the nipple clamps I had her take from the dresser, I told her to get on all fours. Not a position I put her in often, out of respect. Plus, now that we’d lost the blindfold I wanted to see as much of her as possible. My little flirt lifted her luscious ass
, showing me her beautiful pussy between her thighs. The sight had my cock throbbing and releasing a single drop of pre-come.

Kneeling behind her, I dipped two fingers into her to snag the toy that hadn’t yet been used to its full capability. I would have to use it another time since it was normally so fun to have her pleasure in the palm of my hand, literally. Once I disposed of the toy, I stood again and moved in front of her.

Letting the length of chain slip through one hand into the other, which was still damp from retrieving the toy, I stretched the nipple clamps between my hands before standing and walking around her to kneel in front of her.It would’ve been simple enough to make her stand while I attached the clamps, but I wanted her to know this was more than a power play. Plus, since I hadn’t used the clamps on her before, I wanted her lower to the ground in case she passed out. Getting on the bed was out of the question because once we got in it, I’d be in her without a doubt. So I was improvising.

Lowering my head closer to her, I thought about pressing my lips to hers just as she dragged her tongue over the bottom one. Instead, I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth to prepare it for the clamp. Quickly, I slipped the clamp on; she barely responded, so I wasted no time in getting the other one on. The silver chain dangled between her breasts.

I stood and held a hand down to help her to her feet as well.
A glance to the clamped flesh, I licked my lips in delight. Her nipples had turned dark red from the pressure they were exerting on the delicate flesh and it reminded me of how her skin looked after a good spanking.

“Now, we will go back out to the main room.” I smiled when she lifted her head in question. “Or we could stay here. Although, if we stay in here, you will still be held to no orgasms without punishment.”

“Very well, sir.”

“Well, which would you prefer?” I asked, wanting her to make the choice.

“I want to do whichever would make Master happiest,” she whispered, looking into my eyes. I nodded. I knew she’d prefer staying in the room, just the two of us, but I also wanted her to learn not to be so afraid of being around others, of being judged or looked upon.

“We will return to the main room for a bit before I take you home,” I said before looping a finger through the chain that linked the clamps and pulling lightly on it. She was quick to follow behind me before it tugged too hard on her nipples. When we returned to the room, it was busier and I was nude with her, which I hoped help bring her some comfort even with the increased activity.

I could tell she was still uneasy about the whole night. She was having a hard time with everything now that she could see, but I would do my best to help her realize that seeing only made things so much more pleasurable.
It only added one more sense to the scene. She was beautiful and it was time she realized people wouldn’t watch in disgust, but admiration and quite possibly jealousy that I had managed to make her mine.

When I’d first asked her on the date, I hadn’t planned on bringing her to the club, but I wanted her to see we could work both in and out of the club at the same time, from one to the other and back again without any awkward or unpleasant moments. I needed her to see what we had was so much more than a dominant and submissive relationship. I wanted her with me all the time, not only for sex. So far, my plan seemed to be working. I was determined to get back the woman she had been when she’d been forced to wear a blindfold at all times while around me.
The woman who had few limitations in how far she was willing to go for the sake of pleasure and fulfillment she couldn’t find anywhere else.

Locating an empty seat, I pulled her into my lap, her back to my chest so we could both watch the couple using the St. Andrew’s Cross. I wasn’t interested in what they were doing, but instead in the sounds they were producing, since Precious seemed to be easily stimulated by sounds more than sight. I wanted her to link the two together.

“What scares you most about people watching you, Alix?” I asked as I dragged my tongue up the side of her neck, breathing in her scent, savoring her taste.

“That they can see through all the barriers I’ve built,” she whispered and pressed back against me. My cock was pushed between her tight cheeks and although she sounded scared, I could also feel the moisture from her on my thigh.

“What are you so afraid they’ll see?” I wrapped my arms around her, dipping one hand between her thighs while the other massaged a breast.

“That I’m a fake…” She trailed off and dropped her chin to her chest. “That I’m not what I appear to be, that I’m really a broken person deep inside.”

I took a moment to digest her words. They were insightful even if she hadn’t meant them to be.
Anger flared hot inside me at whoever had made her feel so badly about herself. If I could ever get her to tell me, I’d be on the hunt to make that person pay for damaging such a special, delicate woman.

“Do you think not being perfect makes you any less of a person? Any less beautiful or intelligent than anyone else? Everyone had something bad in their past they’ve had to deal with. They are no better than you unless you give them that control.” I pushed my fingers through her pussy lips to slide two fingers into her. The couple on the stage had started their scene and added moans of lust to our hushed conversation.

“It’s how I learned to deal with it, to hide from it.” She arched her back and spread her legs farther, welcoming me into her body. Her eyes were focused on what was going on before us.

“I don’t want you to hide from me. Ever. I want you to know I can be trusted with all your secrets, all your pain. I am here to help you deal with them and no longer fear them.” I brushed my lips against her ear as I spoke. My fingers thrust in and out of her as she rotated her hips around them.

“I don’t want to hide from you, sir. I want to share every part of myself, but I am scared. Not of you. I’m scared of myself. I’ve tried facing my past and all it did was make things worse. It’s easier to try to forget it ever happened. Try to live with what I have left instead of lose more.”

I was impressed she was still so coherent and responsive to our conversation when it was clear her body was fully involved with what I was doing with my fingers, plus the added stimulation of the couple who were fucking on the stage. Then again, it was likely that with all the distractions going on, she didn’t realize how much she was sharing with me.
That had been part of the reason I had wanted to share such a personal talk around others. It helped me peel back some of her protective shield without her realizing she was lowering her guard.

“Then wait. Wait until you trust me enough to know I will be there to stop things from getting worse. Trust me to support you and protect you because that is all I want, Precious,” I murmured against her skin as I breathed in her scent. Deciding I’d pushed enough for one night, I shifted my focus back to the stage. “I want you to watch that couple, hear the couple’s moans.”

“Yes, sir,” she gasped, and it was like she finally realized what she was watching. She tightened around my fingers and I increased the speed at which they were thrusting into her.

“Does it excite you to watch other people having sex? Do you like hearing them moan from pleasure?” I tugged on the chain connected to her nipples causing her to whimper.

“Yes. I never thought I would, but with you touching me, it’s incredibly sexy,” she answered, leaning her head back against my shoulder.

“Do you want me to fuck you where other people can watch and hear us? Hear how good I make you feel?”

“Mmm, yes.” I think she surprised even herself with her answer as her eyes fluttered closed before opening again.

“One day soon, I will take you without the blindfold so you can see the lust you inspire in others while I give you everything you need in front of them. Not tonight though. Tonight you aren’t allowed to come, which is such a tragedy. If only you’d picked excess, you could be on the other side, experiencing as many orgasms as I could give you until you begged me to stop and even then I would give you more.” I pressed my lips to her head and bucked my hips against her ass letting her know how willing I was to do just that.

Her body started trembling around me and her muscles clenched tighter on my fingers telling me she was on the brink of release, so I pulled my fingers from her on a sigh. Orgasm deprivation could be so sweet and torturous at the same time.
I was used to denying myself pleasure, but she was not and having that control over her thrilled the side of me that survived on control.

A whimper left her throat but for once she didn’t say anything to try to encourage me to continue. She knew how the game was going to go.

I sat with her fluids running down my legs from how turned on she was as I played with her breasts and we watched the couple continue to fuck. My cock ached to be the one doing the fucking, but I liked waiting. Part of me liked knowing it was me in control, not the beast who hung between my legs, although from time to time he took over.

Slowly I circled her nipples and tugged on the chain, making her cry out. A smile spread over my face — that was one sound I couldn’t get enough of. 

The couple on stage finally climaxed and the Dom helped his sub off the stage. It wasn’t long before another couple took their place. It was a female dominant and her male submissive. She swiftly restrained him to the cross and I could tell from the shift of Alix’s hips she was intrigued by the new pairing. I didn’t think she’d seen a female top a male in the club before.

“Never seen a Domme?” I asked to be sure. She shook her head and sat up straighter; surely she didn’t want to miss a thing since it was new to her. Always curious, my Precious was. Walking around her sub, the Domme slapped at the man’s erection, making him moan.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” she asked, shocked.

“Sure, but he likes it too. Just like you enjoy when I slap your pussy or your ass,” I shrugged, thinking it was the best comparison I could give. She sat forward when the Domme unrolled a whip and stepped far back from her sub. I wanted to laugh at how excited she was to watch, and not in the normal way. I didn’t think she was turned on, but more interested to learn about the whip.

The entire time the Domme whipped her sub and he cried out, Alix didn’t move. She was entranced. When the Domme put on a strap-on, the spell was broken and she leaned back on my chest.

“I don’t think I’d like the whip, sir,” she said softly.

“You have nothing to worry about there. It’s not something I enjoy myself. There are many other methods to bring pain and pleasure that are much more efficient to me.” I rubbed up and down her arms, reassuring her. Really, my biggest issue was that a whip required so much space between the Dom and sub when I’d rather be close while administering pain. It allowed me to make sure my sub was on the same wavelength I was. Less chance of going too far. Plus, it took a lot longer to heal from the open wounds that whips tended to leave behind. I didn’t want to not be able to play how I pleased when I pleased.

As the Domme took her sub with the dildo she’d strapped on, Alix moaned with the sub as he arched his back, begging for more from his mistress. Again it was the sounds of others’ pleasure that did it for her, but she was watching closely so maybe it was starting to also be the sight of watching others as well.

Adjusting her on my lap, I made her spread her legs over both my thighs and my cock slipped between her legs to glide along her slippery folds. My hands held onto her hips and hers came down to grip my wrists as I rotated her over my cock, letting it bump against her swollen clit in the process.

She seemed to have completely forgotten we were both nude and that pleased me. I wanted her uninhibited side, all rational thought gone as she simply gave herself to me because I wanted her to.

Soon she was rotating her hips with mine and arching against me, begging me for more. It wasn’t enough friction to get her off, but it was turning her on to feel me slide against her. One moment I was pushing against her and the next I was in her. I hadn’t meant for it to happen, but the angle had been perfect. My heart raced having her clamp down on me, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t pull out of her, not since I was in her and she was still rotating her hips with wild abandon.