Writes of Submission (19 page)

“So what do you teach?” Dave asked after a few minutes.

“Different things,” Kane answered. “Percussion play, flogging, bondage, needles. Those are a few of my favorite things.”

“Cool, dude,” Dante said, grinning at him.

“What do you mean by percussion play?” Nikki asked.

He gave her a mischievous smile. “I’ll show you after you’ve had a chance to look around and watch a bit. You are still willing to earn your trust-fund babies, aren’t you?”

A warm flush went through her and she leaned against him, letting one hand start to wander over the leather of his pants. “Oh yes, Sir. I am.”

“Good answer, beautiful.” Kane took a cracker from his plate and popped it into her mouth. “Now eat, so we can go play.”

They made small talk for a few more minutes, then Daddy Dave stood. “If you’ll excuse us, the boys and I are dungeon monitors tonight and we need to go and check in. Have a good time.”

Nikki noticed as the boys walked away that there were short tails attached to the back of their jeans. She felt her eyes go wide, but Kane just grinned when she pointed it out to him. She watched them leave the room, realizing the tails weren’t that much stranger than the other outfits people were wearing. She leaned over to whisper, “Everyone seems friendly, but they’re not coming over to talk. What’s with the sitting on the floor?”

“BDSM clubs are different than normal social events,” Kane answered. “Privacy is very important to them, so they won’t just walk up and start asking you about your life. It’s best to assume that no one is going to want to divulge their real names or occupations here. If you get to know them better, you can meet outside the club and become friends, but it’s a tricky business making small talk during an actual event. Plus, many people come to express the hierarchy of their relationships—which is why some of them sit on the floor—and so they’re here to focus on each other, not necessarily to make new friends.”

“That makes sense.” Dante finished his soda and put the empty can on the table next to him. He smiled at the people who walked past, but his hand began winding itself into Nikki’s hair.

She wanted to close her eyes and lean back into the sensation, but Kane finished his food then and stood up, holding out a hand to her. “Now, why don’t we three wander into the dungeon and see what there is to see?”

Chapter 16

Dante went first, holding the dungeon door open for Kane and Nikki. They walked into a dimly lit room and Nikki stopped suddenly at the sound of leather slapping against flesh. There was a scream and Nikki turned to see a nude man strapped to a wooden cross attached to the wall to their left. She found herself staring, not in horror as she would have expected, but in fascination. In another corner a woman twitched and growled as her partner ran what looked like an electrical probe along her body. Another couple was working on a more elaborate version of the rope dress she’d had on earlier in the day, and suddenly Nikki felt a bit less naïve. She’d actually experienced something that was being done in the public dungeon, although she hadn’t been naked like the woman who was being tied up in front of her. Nikki reached for and found the hands of the two men standing on either side of her.

Dante chuckled from her left and she heard him stage whisper to Kane, “I think our girl is more interested than we thought.”

“Yes, she does appear to be, doesn’t she? Well, we shouldn’t waste an opportunity. Come here, love.” Kane tugged on her hand, leading them toward a cushioned bench similar in appearance to the one they saw in the barn when the photos were being taken. She couldn’t believe she wasn’t more nervous than she was or that she went so eagerly, knowing these men intended to expose her in public and to lay hands on her. She knew she should be outraged, but all she could think about was how sexy they both looked and how wet her pussy was getting thinking of how they would touch her.

The feeling of strong hands cupping her face brought her back from the daydreams she had been slipping into. Looking up into Kane’s eyes, she was drawn into them. They took over her vision, until they were the only thing she could see. She loved the way they twinkled at her. She could feel his voice curling around her like a warm blanket as he said, “You belong to us. You are ours. We will not allow you to come to any harm, but your body is ours to use as we see fit. Do you understand?”

She sank deeper into the swirling depths and again marveled at how the sound of him speaking completely captivated her and conveyed the feelings of love and protection. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good, baby. Now, let Dante help you off with that corset. We have a surprise I think you’ll like.”

She felt hands pulling and tugging at the lacings on the back of her top and within a few minutes was able to take a deep breath again. She had been leaning against Kane’s chest, but he gave her a little push and instructed her to stand up straight once Dante had finished his part. She watched as Kane’s hands slowly released the hooks on the front of her garment one at a time until the pretty blue material was loose enough to be removed. Then Dante slowly pulled her skirt off, helping her step out of it so that she was standing there in the middle of the club wearing nothing but the high heels and her lace panties.

They helped her climb up onto the spanking bench so that she was positioned with a knee on each side of the padded rail and her torso draped along the center spine of the piece. She was grateful they had allowed her to keep the panties on. Otherwise she would have been flashing her tender bits to the entire room. She sighed and relaxed as fingers began to caress and wander all over the back side of her body, allowing her to sink even deeper into the clouds filling her head. This was by far the most erotic massage she had ever experienced. Their hands were everywhere at once, touching her back, shoulders, and ass. Before she knew it they were stroking her legs, thighs, and even rubbing her feet. Her lips relaxed into a lazy smile and she distantly wondered who was making those happy little moans. Then she realized it was her and she giggled a little before she could stop herself.

Suddenly the hands were gone and her eyes snapped open. She raised her head, turning to look over her shoulder. “Is something wrong?”

“No, beautiful. Relax.” Kane’s deep voice washed over her, soothing her fears and driving heat straight to her core. “We just need to get a few things from my bag. Trust me, you’ll like it. Close your eyes and just feel what we are doing.”

Dante’s voice floated into her consciousness as if from a great distance. “Are those drumsticks?”

Part of her brain wondered what the guys were doing with drumsticks. There was something familiar—oh, yes. The cute purple-haired lady had said something about percussion play.

“Yes, here.” Kane’s voice drifted to her and she relaxed, forgetting her question and focusing on how sexy he was. She thought drowsily about how lucky she’d been to have won that contest. “This first set is cymbal mallets. See the padded tips? They make a great warm-up for the impact play we’re going to do. I also have different ones that I have made with tennis balls, hand balls, and others. Each is a little firmer than the one before and as we work up it will give her a nice massage.”

“I get it—and it’ll give us the chance to jam to the beats. Fun for all,” Dante said.

“Exactly. Then we’ll work into the rest of what I have in mind.”

Nikki wondered briefly if she should be worried about what else he had up his sleeve, but then the first series of drumbeats fell on her back and she let it all go. Initially the strikes felt like a light and gentle rain. The padded ends pitter-pattered up and down the main muscles of her shoulders and arms. As the two men played a symphony on her body, she fell deeper inside her own mind. She relived the sight of Dante wearing only his briefs the night before, the feel of the tip of his cock pressing into her ass and the warm gush of his release as he coated her back. She ground her pussy against the cushion of the bench she was straddling, wishing it were one of the men.

The beats on Kane’s side stopped and she started to protest, but then she felt his large strong hand sliding down her back, trailing heat in its wake. It followed the contour of her spine over the small of her back and up onto her behind. His fingers traced the crack of her ass as its journey took it straight between her spread legs and onto her heated pussy, pushing the silky material of her panties out of the way and pressing against her swollen clit. She began to rub herself against them like a wanton slut. She didn’t care. She needed the release his touch could give and she mewled in lust and thrust her cunt hard against his hand. The pressure built. Just one more stroke and she would be there, but the masterful manipulation of her sensitive nub was snatched away.

“No!” She thrust her hips into the air, searching for his hands. Without warning a solid slap to the right cheek of her ass brought her crashing back to earth, breathing hard.

She could feel his breath against her cheek as he leaned in and whispered into her ear, “Your orgasms are ours to give and ours to take away. You didn’t ask for permission to come, now did you?”

“No, Sir.” She answered breathlessly. “Please…”

“Please what, my dear?” he responded playfully.

“Please, Sir. May I come?”

“No. I don’t think you’re ready just yet.” The drum beats returned to her back. They felt heavier and more solid this time and out of the corner of her eyes she could see that they had traded the heavily padded sticks for ones topped with tennis balls. Growling her frustration at being denied her release, she once more started to grind her pussy against the bench with the intent of coming anyway.

SMACK! She felt the stinging blow of Kane’s big hand against her right ass cheek again. She stopped moving but once the initial shock wore off, the heat of it flushed through her skin and straight to her pussy, making it even wetter than it already was and ramping her excitement even higher. She groaned and was about to press her clit back against the firm resistance of the bench when Kane’s voice again wrapped her in its strange embrace. “Don’t, love. Let it build, trust me.”

The steady thump of the tennis-ball-topped sticks returned to cascade up and down both sides of her back. The two men fell into a complementary rhythm and the blows reminded her of a sensual, if heavy, massage.

Distantly she heard Kane’s voice speaking to someone, but it was too much effort to open her eyes. She assumed it had to be Dante he was directing. “Your turn. Go gently and don’t take her too far, just to the edge and then stop.” Slowly his words resolved into coherent thought just as she felt a hand trailing fingers from her knee up her inner thigh.

Suddenly the hand was cupping her mound and pushing past her panties again. The fingers seemed to know just where to go and began an alternating movement across her clit then gone, only to return a second later. With expert attention to detail, whoever it was—Dante, she was sure—brought her rising higher and higher toward the cliff of release. She was lifting her hips and thrusting her pussy at him wantonly, trying to get that final push over the edge.

“Now.” She heard the word as the fingers left her soaked panties and another landed with a resounding crash, on her left ass cheek this time. She gasped in surprise but knew now to give the sensation a second to sink in. Just as she expected, the heat from the blow spread across her skin and straight to her need. She wondered briefly how a spanking could possibly make her hornier than she already was. But she couldn’t argue the evidence.

She cried out in desperation the one word she hoped would set her free. “Pleeeeeease!”

Kane’s presence loomed over her and she heard him whisper, “That’s our girl. I knew you wouldn’t let us down.” Then the pressure of his body was gone and she whimpered at the loss. She started to lower her soaked panties to the bench again when strong hands gripped her hips, arresting their motion. A second set of hands jerked the tiny patch of cloth covering the entrance to her being and without warning two fingers jammed into her cunt. They began pushing in and out of her at a furious pace. By the third stroke, she was screaming her orgasm to the room as she spiraled off the planet and into deep space.

After what seemed like an endless wave of oblivion, she came back to herself, panting and gasping. “Enough, please. You’re killing me.”

The fingers slowed and then retreated and someone chuckled in response to her plea. “Had enough for now?”

“I have never come so hard in my life,” she moaned, collapsing onto the bench. Warm hands began stroking her back and playing in her hair and her heart rate began to slow. The men gently eased her down from the emotional high, caressing and whispering to her. She softened, allowing herself to descend into the comfortable feeling of being loved and cherished.

After a few minutes, the hands came to rest on her shoulders and Dante’s voice began cajoling her into sitting up. She reluctantly roused herself enough to get into an upright position. They helped her off the bench and onto a couch where Dante wrapped her in a blanket and pulled her into his lap while Kane cleaned their play station. When he was done, he walked over to where Karl was standing with several others and spoke with them briefly before coming back and collecting her, Dante, and the bag he had brought with them.

* * * *

The trip back to Clifftop was a blur. Nikki snuggled down into Dante’s arms as he held her in the back seat. When they arrived she began to pull herself out of the car, but Kane stopped her, lifting her easily and carrying her into the house. She felt like she should protest, but she was too happy and drowsy to gather the energy. She could see over Kane’s shoulder a smiling Dante following them up the stairs.