Cade turned me and pointed me in the direction of the glass front rooms. He put his hand on the small of my back and my knees quivered.
Oh my, there was something so carnal about a man’s hand skirting along that place so close to my ass. A tiny shift here and he guided me around a circle of chairs, a bit of pressure there and we changed directions to avoid a couple lost in the favorite pastime of the French. By the time we stood in front of the first room, every muscle in my back was at Defcon 3 and my ass was practically jumping up and down in a fit trying to get its own caress.
It would have to wait, because we’d arrived at our first scene. A good-size crowd surrounded the edges of this room. Cade maneuvered me through the crowd until we had a prime view.
A woman hung suspended by rope tied by some complicated looking rope rigging at her shoulders and then from each ankle. Her body was tilted up so her chest was thrust out and her legs were bent and spread wide. It looked as though she wore a cupless corset, but I studied the material more closely and saw that was made out of scarlet rope. The fashion hound hidden in me was fascinated. The sexual being who could no longer be suppressed was both nervous and insanely turned on.
I’d heard of bondage, but this was extreme.
“Hawk is a Shibari master. He’s practiced for years to be able to do rope work and suspension like this.”
“So, you’re saying you don’t know how to do, uh, that?” I waved my hand toward the couple.
“I know my basic knots and ties. I’d love to see you in chest harness.”
“But, my boobs are so much bigger than hers.” The girl in the glass room wasn’t exactly a skinny-mini, but she looked fit. She’d have to be to be able to withstand the pressure the positions were putting on her muscles. And she couldn’t have been more than a C cup. I was pushing double Ds.
“I’ll have to bind them nice and tight then, won’t I?”
While Cade whispered these desires in my ear, I had no idea what a turn on red, black, cream and grey rope could be. The Shibari master grabbed the girl’s ponytail and began to wrap and twist a smaller black rope around it.
“And you think you’re going to hang me up in the air like that? I’d feel like a pig ready for slaughter. That does not sound fun.”
“Shibari doesn’t have to be about suspension. The translation of the Japanese simply means to tie. I could tie your wrists to my headboard, your ankles to the bedposts, your breasts so they are held tightly in place and your—”
Cade was interrupted by a squeal from the girl in the room. The crowd around us shifted and the air became hotter, more tense. Inside, the master tied a silver metal hook with a ball on one end to the length of cord from the girl’s hair. He positioned the ball between her legs, pulling her head back making her chest thrust even further forward.
“What is he going to do with that hook?” Even though there was a smooth metal ball and not spikes, the curve of metal looked more like it belonged on a fishing vessel than in a club.
“Watch and see, sweetness.”
The master wiggled the hook between her legs and though I couldn’t see everything that was happening, I could tell he had the ball sliding through her pussy. For the first time we heard him speak. “That’s right, my lovely rope slut, get the end of this hook nice and wet so I can slide it into your ass.”
The girl’s only reply was to moan. Or maybe that was me.
“Does the thought of having that anal hook in her ass turn you on, Vanessa?”
Ass play was something I’d only ventured in my darkest fantasies. Fantasies beginning to see the light. I couldn’t reply. I relied on my labored breathing to say the yesssssss that was on my lips. What would it feel like to have something so invasive buried deep inside me? I could feel my heart beating in my chest, in my stomach, in my clit at the thought of it.
Master Hawk pulled the hook from between her legs. We could all see that it was shiny with her juices. He held the hook up and reached his hands between her legs. “You’re wetter than I’ve ever seen you.”
I was too.
“I’m going to use all these precious juices to coat your tight asshole.” Hawk pulled the hand that he’d been working in her pussy up and pushed his wet fingers into the woman’s ass, working them in and out.
My vision narrowed, all I could focus on was that man’s fingers, the woman’s moans and my own breathing. Would he fuck her there before he put in the hook? Was she going to come from the pleasure he was giving her? I needed to see this scene come to fruition like I needed food, water, shelter, air.
My own ass tingled in anticipation. It was as if a thousand hands were everywhere on me at once. A hand slid across my hip and over one cheek. Then it slid up and down the crack between. I so wanted it to stop and play with my darkest hole. I pushed into the hand, it continued its stroking and I whimpered.
The master inside the glass room pulled his fingers out of the woman and gave a yank on the hook, pulling her head back so far that if her eyes weren’t closed she might be able to see him behind her.
I wanted to hike my skirt up the scant inch it would take and rub my fingers in my own pussy. I was close to coming with only this visual stimulation. I folded my arms across my breasts and squealed at the contact with my nipples. I prayed for Master Hawk to use that hook. I needed him to make me come.
“Watch closely now, Vanessa.” Cade’s whisper floated across my consciousness. The tingles returned as his fingers tickled up and down my ass, teasing.
Behind the glass wall, Master Hawk said something to his woman, I couldn’t hear.
“He’s going to slide that hook into her ass now.
Sweet fuck. Yes.
And that’s exactly what he did. The silver ball slid inside of her. My pussy clenched tight. I so wanted to be her.
“Here’s where it gets fun.”
What?
I mean. What?
Master Hawk wiggled the hook inside of his woman, making her cry out, but in an extreme pleasure to a breaking point kind of way. The smack to her ass that came afterward sent such a shot of need through me it was like a string wrapping around my lungs squeezing them tight
The master stepped out from between the woman’s legs, and all that lovely anticipation fizzled. Was the scene over. It couldn’t be. “What’s happening?”
“Hawk is nothing if not a showman. He’s letting us watch as baby Lilly struggles while he prepares for the next phase. See, she tries to lower her head to relieve the tension on her neck it pulls the hook in her ass.
Every eye in the crowd was on baby Lilly as she wriggled and moaned and squealed.
“You’re squirming as much as she is. Does anal play turn you on, sweetness?”
Deeply and darkly. “Mmm-hmm.”
“What about double penetration?” Cade asked tilting my head so my view was back on Master Hawk. He had a big wired vibrator in his hand and a condom on his cock. He stepped back between baby Lilly’s legs and turned the vibrator on. The hum was loud and strong, and it was like it was being held close to my own pussy, the buzz reverberating through my body.
I licked my lips, the anticipation of seeing this Dominant bring insane pleasure to his beautifully bound sub making my whole body flow.
Hawk brought the vibrator under Lilly’s body and in a move that took a thousand years, slowly brought it up to press against her pussy lips. She cried out and jerked. The Master played this game continually, until on the fifth time he brought the toy to touch her skin. Then he held it tight to her body and thrust his cock deep inside of her. My knees literally buckled. Cade’s hands at my hips kept me from collapsing to the floor.
He turned me toward him, away from the fucking. I tilted my neck away trying to track the intimate thrust and jerk of the player’s bodies. Cade’s hand gripped my jaw and made me look at him.
“Eyes, right here, Vanessa.”
Everything around us was a haze, but no way had two sips of Jack and Ginger gone to my head. Cade kept a grip on my face, but slid his other hand back around to that soft dip in my back. He held me tightly to him. His hard lines meeting my soft curves. Never in my life had I needed to be fucked, taken, claimed.
“Please, Cade.”
His eyes darted to my lips and I wanted him to kiss me. Like I wanted to breathe.
“You are such a temptation, Vanessa. I’m going to regret this, because as much as I like hearing you beg, it’s time we move on. You need a breather.”
Noooooooooooooooo. I needed him. Inside of me. Like ten minutes ago.
He led me to another of the seating areas and had me sit with my back to the Shibari scene, but facing the stage. I had to give the skirt of my dress a hard tug so I was actually sitting on it. I crossed my legs, which was a bad idea. My pussy spasmed and I barely kept in a cry.
“Here, sweetness. Take a sip.”
I didn’t want more alcohol, but anything to cool me down would be a relief. Cade pressed a cold glass of something clear and bubbly to my lips, and after a quick sip, I grabbed it from his hands and gulped. Sparkling water with a twist never tasted so fine.
“You do everything with enthusiasm don’t you?”
Not until tonight. I was dedicated, loyal, had a strong work ethic and worked hard to accomplish goals like school and independence, but the feelings of those successes and triumphs paled to Easter candy colors compared to the vibrancy of this night.
My heart rate finally started to drift out of its aerobic state and I consciously slowed my breathing. I wanted to make it through the rest of the night without a trip to the emergency room. Now an emergency trip to the adult toy store, on the other hand, might be in order.
“Ladies and Gentleman.” A booming voice came from the stage and I turned my attention there. “We have a treat for you tonight. A double feature, if you will. Sir Ian and his submissive, Celine, have agreed to share their flogging scene with all on the main stage.”
Everyone else clapped so I joined in, even though I didn’t understand what the fuss could be about. How could anyone be more impressive than Master Hawk and baby Lilly’s Shibari scene?
“And then Mistress Mayhem and her girls will do an orgasm denial scene. Lucky girls.”
Instead of claps this time, there were whispers and a new giddiness tipping its way through the room. The excitement level pulsated. This should be fun.
Danica found us and I waved her to the empty seat. Not a hair was out of place on her head, but her cheeks were flushed and she walked with an extra sashay in her step. “Hey, Ness. Having fun?”
I nodded. “You?”
Danica plopped into the seat and melted. “Too much.”
“You look like it.” I smiled and suddenly wondered what telltale signs of arousal I sported.
“I could say the same, Nessie.”
Cade laughed and that now familiar heat crept up my cheeks and down to my clit. Too much fun, indeed.
Chapter Four