Bottom's Up (8 page)

“Why am I not allowed to speak to anyone? Are you embarrassed by me?” She had to know.

“What? Oh God no. You would never embarrass me. It’s the club. Lots of intense things go on here, and I don’t want to scare you away on your first night.” He pulled her to his chest, his mouth perilously close to her own. “ Will you wear this for me tonight?”

He wrapped the slim collar around her neck, his hands hovering at the nape, waiting for her response.

“Yes, I’d love to.” How could she not? He kept leading her deeper into his world, awakening a side of her she’d never known she could tap into. The whirlwind weekend had created a storm of emotions running through her, none of which involved regrets—other than the regret that it had taken them so long to get here.

Riley clicked the snap of the simple collar closed and stood back, admiring her neck. “It looks good on you. I’ve never actually collared a sub before, but it’s something I think about a lot. Something I want for my future.”

Butterflies erupted in her stomach at his words, and her mind reeled with the implications. She’d learned that in the lifestyle, the collar could be as important as a wedding ring or as trivial as a temporary sign that a submissive was being trained. This one fit tightly on her neck, a little uncomfortable so as to remind her of its presence, but it was nothing she couldn’t adjust to.

Soft lips pressed to her mouth, wiping away the deep thoughts she’d been mulling. His warm tongue pushed through her lips, and his hand tightened at the back of her neck as he took possession. It was a hungry kiss, surprisingly full of need and more than enough to rob her of her senses. She grabbed his biceps to steady herself, and he pulled away, a loss she felt immediately.

“You’re like a siren luring me to be bad, but if we don’t stop now, you’ll find yourself bent over a car getting fucked in the ass.”

Her pussy squeezed. She shuddered. Oh God, why did his sensual threat turn her on so much? And the image. Cool metal pressed against her belly, her bottom bared and visible to anyone who walked by…

“Is that what you want?” she whispered, a little embarrassed by the husky tone of her voice.

“I want a lot of things, little one, but right now, we need to get inside before we miss out on my surprise.”

He led her past the security guards who watched her go by with barely disguised interest. Inside, her eyes adjusted to the dark club atmosphere. Loud music blared from somewhere across the room, and the only lights were the spotlights being focused on a platform crowded with lots of people.

Her silly worries about being underdressed were immediately cast aside. A quick glance at the other women in the room showed her as one of the most conservatively dressed. Many were fully naked except for the collars at their necks.

“Don’t be nervous. I won’t be taking off your clothes here in the club. Doesn’t mean I won’t push you outside of your comfort zone though, but some things are just for me. However, every Dom is different, and you’re going to get a good look at many different aspects of the lifestyle tonight.”

He pressed her forward with his hand at the small of her back. “It looks like we made it just in time.”

As they pushed through the sea of people, the platform came into full view. There were half a dozen leather-padded sawhorses lined up, and a beautiful man dressed in leather pants and a white shirt left open stepped front and center with a microphone in his hand.

“Welcome to fetish night everyone.” The crowd quieted down. “As you all know tonight’s fetish is bare bottom spanking, and we’ve got a full lineup of submissives volunteered for your every pleasure.”

Spanking
.
Riley’s fetish
. A wild shudder snaked down her back.

“We’ll have three rounds of six women, so Dom’s who’ve signed up for round one, go ahead and bring your submissives forward and present them.

Riley grabbed her hand. “Let’s go, baby girl. It’s time for your surprise.”

Fear jerked in her belly, and her head turned to him sharply. “What?”

A stern expression crossed his face, and he narrowed his eyes.

Fuck, she’d broken both rules the first time he tested her. But dammit what did he expect?

“I’ll spare you just this once, but if you break the rules again, there will be swift and public punishment.”

Oh God
. Her mind told her she was in way over her head, yet his words burned inside her in a fire of desire she had no control of. She couldn’t bear to disappoint him again, but the knowledge that if she did, he would take care of it, gave her a crazy mixture of both fear and excitement. What the hell was wrong with her?

At the first spanking bench, he positioned her to stand in front of it with her back to the crowd. Good thing. She didn’t think she could handle watching everyone stare at her.

Riley leaned into her. “Would you prefer a blindfold this first time?”

First time?
Had he lost his mind? Had she?

“I think it will be a good idea,” he said. “Taking away the ability to see everyone in the room might make this easier for now.” He pulled a black scrap of fabric from his pocket and tied it across her eyes. “Trust me, Jenn. You know I’m not going anywhere.”

“All right, let’s get this show on the road. All the pretty little submissives are in place so…Bottoms Up!”

The crowd went crazy with cheers and whistles deafening the room.

“Bend over the bench, baby girl, and flip up that skirt,” Riley ordered.

Oh. My. God. He really expected her to go through with this. Despite the fear holding her in a vise tight grip, she bent over the leather and lifted her skirt. The fact her ass was now bared to at least fifty or so strangers sent a hot flush to her face.

“Good girl. Everyone is admiring what is mine, and they are already jealous. They all want to spank my pretty little girl.” He kept speaking, but it was hard to hear him past the roaring in her ears. Maybe she should have asked for earplugs, too. Then she’d be able to pretend they were alone. Whispers she couldn’t make out sounded behind her, but she didn’t need to hear the words to know they talked about her.

“You ready for your spanking, Jenn?”

No.
She nodded.

“At any time if you can’t take anymore, all you have to do is speak. Tonight’s play will end, and we’ll go home. I don’t mind you being uncomfortable with the situation, but I expect you to speak up if you’re hurt of if you simply can’t take anymore.”

She nodded again. She wanted to go home, and she wanted to stay. Her curiosity was piqued, and if this was something Riley would enjoy, she wanted to give it to him. Every time he showed how pleased she made him, a rush of satisfaction and happiness floated inside her. Of course, the fact her pussy was soaking wet and her body turned on more than ever, embarrassed her more than anything. Until now, she’d never truly considered sexual play in public, but she wasn’t immune from fantasies…

“On you mark, get set, go!” The announcer yelled into the microphone, and the whispered voices changed to whoops of joy and a rush of movement behind her.

A loud smack sounding somewhere to her side followed by a quick female yelp told her the spankings had started and any second she’d be feeling the same thing. Automatically, she clenched her cheeks in anticipation.

“Relax, Jenn.” He’d no sooner spoken and a big hand landed soundly across both her butt cheeks. The deafeningly loud crack filled her ears and a rush of hot pain coursed through her.

She breathed through her nose and out through her mouth as a hand rubbed gently across the tender spot and smoothed the pain away. Was it Riley who’d smacked her ass, or had he allowed someone else to spank her? Before she could consider the thought fully, another smack landed across her ass then one right after the other.

Fuck, it hurt. Her ass burned until the spanking stopped, and a hand gently rubbed the area again. This time the pain streaking through her traveled straight to her pussy and throbbing clit. Pain turned to pleasure, and she wanted more. Moisture coated her sex, and her body ached to be fucked.

“She has a beautiful ass. Would you consider letting me fuck her next round?” A strange voice posed the question, and she held her breath waiting for Riley to respond. Is that what he’d brought her here for? To share her with his friends?

“No. She’s not ready for something like that,” he finally answered.

“I figured, but couldn’t resist asking. I guess spanking will have to do.”

Seconds later, the swats to her rear continued. Heat and pain. Desire and pleasure. Everything melded together as whoever spanked her moved from the fleshy cheeks to the tops of her thighs. Time went by, and every second her body responded to something new. So much cream flooded her sex she was afraid she’d drip on the floor. There was no way to hide from Riley, or anyone else in the room, how much this turned her on or made her ache for more. Fear gave way to need so strong she no longer cared who touched her. Riley spoke every few minutes so she knew he watched over her, and that was all that mattered. With him close by, she could be free to feel. Just as he’d asked.

Freedom.

Had it ever been this intense? Lost in her thoughts she didn’t realize how much she squirmed against the leather or whimpered or cried for more until Riley whispered in her ear.

“Do you want to come, baby girl?” His words rasped over her, sending shivers racing down her back.

She nodded furiously, now grateful that he didn’t expect her to speak because she couldn’t form coherent words. Her entire body ached and buzzed with unfilled need that overruled any objection she might have considered before.

She jerked as thick fingers swiped through her folds.

“Jesus, Riley, she’s fucking soaked. Is she always this responsive?”

“She’s an amazing little sub.”

“Well, if you ever get the hankering to share, I want to be first in line.”

Riley laughed behind her as the touches on her pussy moved closer to her clit. She struggled to tell whether Riley was the one who now teased her opening or if some stranger touched her this intimately. Shame and need warred inside her, with need winning by a landslide. She didn’t care. This was as much for her as it was for Riley, and the ache to orgasm consumed her.

Warm digits spread her lips wide and a finger slid deep inside. Her hips bucked in response, her clit rasping against the leather. Tension coiled deep in her belly as a pending release built quickly.

Riley finger fucked her hard, adding a second finger and stretching her a little more. It had to be him. He didn’t want anyone else to touch her like this. Her head could argue, but her heart knew that she was his and he didn’t want to share her that way. He felt so good, and she wanted to beg for more. The effort it took to stay quiet overwhelmed her.

Those devilish fingers curled upward and rubbed across her elusive G-spot. Fire flamed bright inside her as she lost the fight for even a modicum of control. She was merely a massive bundle of nerves and needs that only Riley could tame.

“Scream for me, Jenn. Take what you need and come on my fingers.” He added a third, filling her.

She couldn’t take it. Too much. Pressure built in her womb as he fucked her, and her body bucked and stretched across the bench. Her nipples tightened sharply, and the pressure against the wood became too much.

Everything inside her coiled and struck, exploding outward as pleasure racked over and through her. A vicious and violent scream tore from her throat and drowned out everything around her as she rode his fingers for all she was worth.