“We will return to the main room for a bit before I take you home,” I said before looping a finger through the chain that linked the clamps and pulling lightly on it. She was quick to follow behind me before it tugged too hard on her nipples. When we returned to the room, it was busier and I was nude with her, which I hoped help bring her some comfort even with the increased activity.
I could tell she was still uneasy about the whole night. She was having a hard time with everything now that she could see, but I would do my best to help her realize that seeing only made things so much more pleasurable. It only added one more sense to the scene. She was beautiful and it was time she realized people wouldn’t watch in disgust, but admiration and quite possibly jealousy that I had managed to make her mine.
When I’d first asked her on the date, I hadn’t planned on bringing her to the club, but I wanted her to see we could work both in and out of the club at the same time, from one to the other and back again without any awkward or unpleasant moments. I needed her to see what we had was so much more than a dominant and submissive relationship. I wanted her with me all the time, not only for sex. So far, my plan seemed to be working. I was determined to get back the woman she had been when she’d been forced to wear a blindfold at all times while around me. The woman who had few limitations in how far she was willing to go for the sake of pleasure and fulfillment she couldn’t find anywhere else.
Locating an empty seat, I pulled her into my lap, her back to my chest so we could both watch the couple using the St. Andrew’s Cross. I wasn’t interested in what they were doing, but instead in the sounds they were producing, since Precious seemed to be easily stimulated by sounds more than sight. I wanted her to link the two together.
“What scares you most about people watching you, Alix?” I asked as I dragged my tongue up the side of her neck, breathing in her scent, savoring her taste.
“That they can see through all the barriers I’ve built,” she whispered and pressed back against me. My cock was pushed between her tight cheeks and although she sounded scared, I could also feel the moisture from her on my thigh.
“What are you so afraid they’ll see?” I wrapped my arms around her, dipping one hand between her thighs while the other massaged a breast.
“That I’m a fake…” She trailed off and dropped her chin to her chest. “That I’m not what I appear to be, that I’m really a broken person deep inside.”
I took a moment to digest her words. They were insightful even if she hadn’t meant them to be. Anger flared hot inside me at whoever had made her feel so badly about herself. If I could ever get her to tell me, I’d be on the hunt to make that person pay for damaging such a special, delicate woman.
“Do you think not being perfect makes you any less of a person? Any less beautiful or intelligent than anyone else? Everyone had something bad in their past they’ve had to deal with. They are no better than you unless you give them that control.” I pushed my fingers through her pussy lips to slide two fingers into her. The couple on the stage had started their scene and added moans of lust to our hushed conversation.
“It’s how I learned to deal with it, to hide from it.” She arched her back and spread her legs farther, welcoming me into her body. Her eyes were focused on what was going on before us.
“I don’t want you to hide from me. Ever. I want you to know I can be trusted with all your secrets, all your pain. I am here to help you deal with them and no longer fear them.” I brushed my lips against her ear as I spoke. My fingers thrust in and out of her as she rotated her hips around them.
“I don’t want to hide from you, sir. I want to share every part of myself, but I am scared. Not of you. I’m scared of myself. I’ve tried facing my past and all it did was make things worse. It’s easier to try to forget it ever happened. Try to live with what I have left instead of lose more.”
I was impressed she was still so coherent and responsive to our conversation when it was clear her body was fully involved with what I was doing with my fingers, plus the added stimulation of the couple who were fucking on the stage. Then again, it was likely that with all the distractions going on, she didn’t realize how much she was sharing with me. That had been part of the reason I had wanted to share such a personal talk around others. It helped me peel back some of her protective shield without her realizing she was lowering her guard.
“Then wait. Wait until you trust me enough to know I will be there to stop things from getting worse. Trust me to support you and protect you because that is all I want, Precious,” I murmured against her skin as I breathed in her scent. Deciding I’d pushed enough for one night, I shifted my focus back to the stage. “I want you to watch that couple, hear the couple’s moans.”
“Yes, sir,” she gasped, and it was like she finally realized what she was watching. She tightened around my fingers and I increased the speed at which they were thrusting into her.
“Does it excite you to watch other people having sex? Do you like hearing them moan from pleasure?” I tugged on the chain connected to her nipples causing her to whimper.
“Yes. I never thought I would, but with you touching me, it’s incredibly sexy,” she answered, leaning her head back against my shoulder.
“Do you want me to fuck you where other people can watch and hear us? Hear how good I make you feel?”
“Mmm, yes.” I think she surprised even herself with her answer as her eyes fluttered closed before opening again.
“One day soon, I will take you without the blindfold so you can see the lust you inspire in others while I give you everything you need in front of them. Not tonight though. Tonight you aren’t allowed to come, which is such a tragedy. If only you’d picked excess, you could be on the other side, experiencing as many orgasms as I could give you until you begged me to stop and even then I would give you more.” I pressed my lips to her head and bucked my hips against her ass letting her know how willing I was to do just that.
Her body started trembling around me and her muscles clenched tighter on my fingers telling me she was on the brink of release, so I pulled my fingers from her on a sigh. Orgasm deprivation could be so sweet and torturous at the same time. I was used to denying myself pleasure, but she was not and having that control over her thrilled the side of me that survived on control.
A whimper left her throat but for once she didn’t say anything to try to encourage me to continue. She knew how the game was going to go.
I sat with her fluids running down my legs from how turned on she was as I played with her breasts and we watched the couple continue to fuck. My cock ached to be the one doing the fucking, but I liked waiting. Part of me liked knowing it was me in control, not the beast who hung between my legs, although from time to time he took over.
Slowly I circled her nipples and tugged on the chain, making her cry out. A smile spread over my face — that was one sound I couldn’t get enough of.
The couple on stage finally climaxed and the Dom helped his sub off the stage. It wasn’t long before another couple took their place. It was a female dominant and her male submissive. She swiftly restrained him to the cross and I could tell from the shift of Alix’s hips she was intrigued by the new pairing. I didn’t think she’d seen a female top a male in the club before.
“Never seen a Domme?” I asked to be sure. She shook her head and sat up straighter; surely she didn’t want to miss a thing since it was new to her. Always curious, my Precious was. Walking around her sub, the Domme slapped at the man’s erection, making him moan.
“Doesn’t that hurt?” she asked, shocked.