Her breath seized in her lungs as her eyes adjusted to the sight, smells, and sounds. The smell of leather, sweat, and sex filled the air and instantly caused her to tingle all over, as if her very cells come alive with arousal and titillation. The sound of whips cracking in the air and hands slapping against flesh surrounded her. Moans and groans of pleasure filled the air and brought about realism for her that she instantly recognized. This place was right. She felt like there was no other place that could have described the things she felt or that could have made her feel so comfortable.
She took the time to look around, to actually take in every nook and cranny, every dip and hollow that made up this underground club. The air was thick with sex and made her senses come alive with want. Leather whips cracked against the ground, the sound causing her muscles to tense with vivification and a little bit of trepidation. Although there were not too many bodies in the room, the small space was intensified by the heat of each person moving to reach their pleasure.
Tatiana whispered in her ear about grabbing some drinks and she nodded. She was transfixed by everything, not able to pry her eyes away from everything that was being revealed.
A stage was set up directly across from the door she had just entered through. A woman stood on the stage, naked, arms above her head as a masked man took a crop to her caramel colored skin. Even from the distance, Kasia could see how much the woman enjoyed it, her body now covered with red marks, her flesh swollen as she withered and moaned. The chain that held her arms in place jangled loudly, her body thrashing as she spread her legs and thrusted her hips out at her masked lover. He never touched her though, just continued to slap her with the crop, the sounds of leather against skin loud in the room. Over her breasts, across her belly, and between her legs, he was ruthless in his pursuits. Over and over again he did this, never once touching his flesh to hers until soon the woman had her head thrown back and screamed out her release. It was intensely erotic and frightening.
Kasia took a step back, her hand going over her heart to will it to slow down. She felt like a voyeur for the way she had just watched that woman get slapped into orgasm. There had to be something wrong with her, something terribly disturbing going on with her for her to want to see these things, for her to desire to be the one strung up there. She pushed the thoughts away and looked around the room, noticing for the first time that the majority of the patrons were staring at her. She swallowed, suddenly feeling so overwhelmed that she couldn’t breathe. Her stomach was suddenly rolling with nervousness and lust. She looked around for Tatiana, trying to see through the thick, murky darkness that coated the inner club.
Aside from the stage, there wasn’t anything else going on. The inside of the club was set up much like any other club. Tables were strewn about, an impressive bar on one side, a dance floor on the other. There really weren’t too many people—at least, not as many as Kasia assumed there would be on a Saturday night. She noticed someone coming out of a side door, sweat clear on his body and a flogger in hand.
Whatever was behind that door was where the real party was. What was displayed out here was just an appetizer.
She finally spotted Tatiana leaning against the bar, a man dressed only in a pair of tight leather pants talking precariously close to her. Kasia made her way toward her friend, halting when she felt a prickling on the back of her neck. She stopped and looked around, her eyes stopping on a table that was pushed far against the wall. The shadows obscured the majority of it, but she could still see the massive body that was seated behind it. She couldn’t make out the face, but judging from the huge legs that were lazily stretched out beneath the table and the huge forearms that the shadows didn’t touch, it was a man – and a very big one at that.
Even though she couldn’t see his face, she knew he was staring right at her, knew that his eyes were boring right into her own. His finger played over the rim of his cut crystal glass, the fluid in the glass as dark as blood. She swallowed, her pussy suddenly growing damp, knowing that the man seated behind that table was powerful and strong: a Dominant. She quickly moved her gaze away from the shadowed table, feeling embarrassed and dirty at the fact that she had grown wet from her thoughts. She felt exposed, stripped bare, as if the clothes she wore were nothing in a place like this.
Even though she felt dirty and disgusted with herself, she felt alive and aroused, empowered by the feelings that this atmosphere conjured up in her. She was a big walking contradiction.
He just tore the thing off. She squeaked and then moaned, not even caring that she had spent a lot on that damn bra. She could hear his even breathing, could feel the cool air waft across her breasts and tighten up her nipples.
“You are so fucking beautiful. Just like I imagined.” In the next instant he latched onto one of her nipples with his mouth. She moaned and threw her head back, momentarily forgetting there was a wall behind her and slammed her head back against it.
“Little sub, you need to control yourself.” His words were muffled against her skin.
The sting was slight compared to the feel of his hot, wet mouth on her aching nipple. His hand snaked up and cupped the back of her head, rubbing the spot that had suffered the impact. His hand moved gently against her scalp, his tongue devouring her nipple, two totally different sensations, both driving her mad with desire.
His mouth latched onto the other nipple, his growls and groans fueling her own arousal until heat pooled low in her belly. His hand that had been caressing the back of her head moved down and cupped her other breast. His fingers pinched and tweaked at her nipple, and she found herself thrusting her hips in tune with his pinches. His other hand moved down her stomach and rested above her mound. She held her breath, knowing exactly where that hand was going.
His mouth unlatched from her breast with a resounding pop. The noise was erotic as hell. He ran his lips and tongue over her breast, up the side of her neck, and twirled his tongue around her ear, his teeth gently nipping at her earlobe. “Tell me where you want me to touch you, baby.”
Her mouth opened and closed and she felt him press his body closer to hers. She felt the defined length of his erection press against her stomach and that seemed to make her vocal cords constrict further. “I…”
“I want you to touch me down there.”
“Down where?” There was a teasing note in his voice.
“Touch my pussy.”
“Touch my pussy what?”
She knitted her eyebrows behind the blindfold before finally realizing what he wanted to hear. “Please. Touch my pussy…Master.”
He growled his approval. “Good girl.”
She let her head fall back—gently this time—at the feel of his fingers brushing over her mound. He ran his finger lower, moving over her clit and making her bite her lip with bliss. He ran his finger down her slit, his tongue and mouth licking and sucking at her neck as he groaned. He stopped when his finger was right over her pussy hole, the big digit slowly starting to push the fabric inside and then gently retreat.
“You’re so wet for me. So fucking hot and wet. It’s going to feel so good once I sink into you.”
Her mouth opened, his words bringing her to the brink of orgasm.
“I can tell how close you are to coming, Kasia.”
In the next second his finger was gone, but he didn’t give her time to feel disappointed. His lips replaced his finger, his mouth sucking and licking feverishly at her vagina through the lace of her panties. She was so close and he seemed to sense it. He took his mouth off, hooking his finger on the side of her panties and pulling them so that he exposed her cleft.
His mouth was on her so fast she screamed in pleasure. The wetness and heat his mouth and tongue provided was just too much for her to bear. His tongue flicked at her clit as his finger pressed into her opening. It was too much, the sensations so intense she let herself go. Her orgasm crashed through her, so powerful she was unable to stop the thrusting of her hips or the squeezing of her inner muscles on his finger. He didn’t let up, just continued to suck and lick at her, wrung out every last drop of her orgasm until she was panting and hanging from the manacles.
He took his mouth from her pussy, kissing her lips gently as he whispered against them. “You taste so good, like peaches and cream. Can you taste yourself on my lips, baby? Can you taste how good you are?” He brought his body closer, the feel of his still hard shaft pressing mercilessly against her stomach.
She moaned and opened her mouth, his tongue slipping easily in and filling her senses with the musky yet sweet taste of her own orgasm. He broke the kiss and started to suck on her neck. She thrashed her head as his fingers took up where his mouth had left off. His thumb ran circles around her clit while his finger started a slow fuck in her still clenching hole. She whimpered and moaned as he brought another orgasm just within reach. She could feel her body coated in a light sheen of sweat, but she didn’t care.
“You’re such a good girl. Listening to your Master and doing what he says. Do you want to come again?”
She nodded, her body already so sated she didn’t know if she could handle another one, but needing him to give her more.
He brought his lips to her ear, “I’m going to give you so many orgasms you won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you.”