I inhaled a sharp breath and Jude squeezed my hips. “If you want to leave at any time, you just say so, okay?” he said.
I nodded, not trusting my voice, but also watching in fascination as the submissive stood to her feet, her chin firmly tilted down her sternum. The Dom clipped his sub’s wrist cuffs to a rope hanging from the ceiling and each of her ankles to their own restraints, spreading her legs wide. She wore nothing but garters and high heels.
A loud noise clanked through the room and whatever small chitchat was left grew silent as the rope attached to her wrists tugged up, drawing her arms over her head. For a moment, I didn’t think the rope would stop stretching her until her feet were off the ground. But just as one heel slipped out of her stilettos, the cranking rope stopped, leaving her there, stretched. On display. Her perky breasts and tight nipples round and lush. Her pussy swollen, pink, and exposed for everyone to see.
The center of the stage started spinning, like some sort of Lazy Susan, revealing all her angles to the crowd. Her Dom stroked her skin gently at first, running the paddle over her bare, ripe flesh as the stage spun slowly with both of them on it. Then, lowering the ropes, he gave her a command. One simple word. “Bend.”
The ropes released and she didn’t hesitate for a moment and hinged at the hips, exposing even more of herself to the crowd. He stroked her hair, murmuring something in her ear. Then, using his fingers, he spread her wide for everyone to see. Her pink, wet core tightened visibly. Then, pulling back, he hit her with the paddle. In the center of the ass. He hit her hard. Much harder than Jude had spanked me. An immediate red welt surfaced on her skin and he hit her again. And again. Sometimes right on the pussy. Other times on the ass cheeks.
Jude was standing beside me, his hands possessively positioned on my hips. It felt good having him there. Reassuring, like a safety blanket. His hips brushed against my ass as he shifted his weight from one foot to the next. Was he nervous? Enjoying the show?
The first round of paddling only lasted about a minute before the Dom tugged the ropes and she was standing straight up, facing the audience once more. Her face was flushed, her lips parted and she was panting. With her legs spread, it was easy to see how turned on she was; how swollen and pink her clit looked. Chloe entered the stage, wearing almost the same outfit I had seen her in the first night—tight leather corset. Short black skirt. Fuck me heels. She held a small basket which the Dom took a clothespin out of. One by one, he placed the clothespins on his submissive’s body, starting with her nipples. One on each breast. One on each earlobe. At the base of her neck. And two on her clit.
I shivered and felt Jude take a step back from me.Please don’t pull away from me, I thought.Not now. I could barely understand what I was feeling and I needed him beside me. Needed to feel him with me through this whole experience. Reaching around, I grabbed Jude’s lower back, pulling him back into me. His sharp breath was hot against my ear and as I tugged his body back against me, I understood why he pulled away. He was hard. So fucking hard and now it was pressed right against my ass. I squeezed my eyes shut as a flood of arousal rushed through my body like a hit of pure caffeine. The show was interesting—informative and sexy in its own way. But Jude? Hard as steel and pushed against me?Thathad my body singing.
“Sorry,” Jude whispered and once more tried to pull away. But I held onto him, pulling him harder against me.
“No,” I said, my hand sliding dangerously lower… I wasn’t grabbing his ass, but my hand was close. “Stay. Just like this.”
“Marlena,” Jude growled a warning.
“Please,” I begged, my voice a hoarse whisper.
He didn’t say another word, but he also didn’t pull away and his fingers splayed wider over my hips, stretching against the tight skin of my lower abdomen.
With the clothespins pinching the submissive’s most intimate erogenous zones, Chloe pulled a large vibrator out of the box, while the Dom resumed paddling her ass. Bending, Chloe undid the right leg restraint and put the submissive’s leg over her shoulder as she placed the vibrator against the clothespins at her clit. The subs moans cried out through the silent audience and were soon echoed by others in the crowd. As I looked around, tearing my eyes away from the stage, I saw that almost everyone in the audience was touching each other. Every Dom had his fingers inside his sub. Or their subs were bent, getting fucked as they watched. Jude and I were the only two not being intimate.
And yet in other ways, we were potentially the most intimate of anyone else in that room.
I stole a glance over my shoulder at Jude and his eyes weren’t on the stage. Or any of the others in the club fucking. They were on me. Watching my every move.
My breasts felt intensely sensitive and heavy. My pussy was so achy, begging to be touched. God, it had been so long. I wanted to be stretched, filled, taken to the brink of ecstasy and pulled back just before I fell over the edge.
Chloe now had the submissive’s leg straight up in the air with the vibrator still against her clit. Her moans morphed into screams—pain or pleasure, who could tell? Chloe slid the cuff on her ankle up around her knee and attached it to the girl’s collar as she held that position in a standing split.
The Dominant walked forward, unzipping his pants and I gasped. No. They wouldn’t. Are they going to fuck here in front of everyone?
I was turned on. And ashamed. And hot. And embarrassed. And… oh, God.I need to get out of here. Spinning, I dropped my face into Jude’s chest. “Can we go?”
He grabbed my hand, weaving me through the small crowd to the door we entered through and once again, we were in the dark hall. I released a breath, pacing a few steps each way.
“What’s wrong?” Jude asked.
“What’s wrong?” I repeated his question. “What’swrong? Jesus, Jude. There is a woman on a stage getting beaten and pinched and she’s about to get fucked, while a crowd of people watch and also fuck each other.”
“Yes,” he said, blinking. “That’s what people do here, Marly. They fuck. They get fucked. They take the lines of pain and pleasure and control and submission and meld them together like two pieces of clay and before you know it, you can’t tell the two apart anymore.” His words were heated, passionate and he took a step closer as he talked. “Don’t tell me you didn’t know what you were getting into by walking into that room.” His voice was almost threatening in its quietness.
“I knew,” I said. “I just didn’t…know.”
“And? What did you think?”
I crossed my arms over my chest, the pressure a brief reprieve from the heavy ache. “I could tell you liked it,” I said, my voice breathier than I meant it to be. It wasn’t meant to be an accusation, but somehow, it came across that way.
“In case you didn’t notice, I didn’t spend much time watching the stage,” he said, his chest lifting with a deep breath. His neck was tight, thick and veined with restraint. He was watchingme. I knew it. He knew it. So why was I resisting when it was so clear I wanted him back? “But we’re not here to talk about what I liked about being in there. We’re here for you. For youreducation. So, tell me… what did you think?”
“It was sexy to watch… at times. But also hard to imagine that feeling good for her. The clothespins…” I shuddered, imagining how much that would hurt.
Jude took a deep breath in through his nose. “Not everything in this world is for everyone. You have to try things. See what works for you, what doesn’t. Sometimes you know before you even try it that it’s just not a turn-on. Other times, you surprise yourself with what’s arousing.”
