Nine
“So what exactly do you want out of this peep show?” I asked as we approached the hallway. Leo had dropped my hand as we made our way to the action, the pornographic sounds echoing from one end to the other.
“I’m going to watch you. Hopefully I’ll be able to see what intrigues you, but I’d also like you to talk to me. Ask me questions or tell me about a limit or an interest you see. Does that sound okay?”
A deep moan ripped through the air as well an intermittent buzzing sound I couldn’t place and I nodded. “Yeah.”
His lips morphed into a devilish grin as we finally stood a step away from the first door. Leo swept his tilted hand out to one side, prompting the first of many reveals and I moved to look inside. My breath caught as I saw the proof that my novice assumption about Gabe and Melanie had been all wrong. Gabe hung naked a few feet off the ground from a huge four-legged metal contraption, wrapped in black rope with intricate knots across his torso. I took in the sight of his arms tied behind his back and rope leading up to the center of the obviously sturdy stand, dangling him. My eyes traveled down his body and saw his dick enclosed in a sort of metal cage, forcing him flaccid, and his ankles bound by the same black rope. His head hung and then I saw Melanie come around his side, scraping her nails along his ribs. He shivered and so did I. She’d changed into a black corset and red shorts with tall leather boots. She slapped a riding crop into her palm as she made her way in front of Gabe.
“Look at me,” she barked and his head snapped up.
“What are you for?” she asked.
“My mistress’s pleasure,” Gabe replied.
“How do you please me?”
His eyes dragged down her body and she slapped the crop into her hand again sharply.
“I obey,” he uttered.
“Correct. Good,” she said. She grabbed the rope that traveled up from his wrists to the hook at the top of the metal frame and pulled, causing him to spin slowly. “Now, take your punishment.”
He spun in place as she swatted him with the crop all over and my heartbeat thrummed wildly. Gabe held his outbursts in and only groaned as red marks began to appear on his skin. Melanie stopped and turned to look at me. My face flushed as she paralyzed me with her eyes. It was nearly the same look Leo gave me when in a scene. Dominance radiated off of her and her presence, along with her stunning beauty, made me swallow hard and look away.
A quiet moan claimed me when I felt Leo’s hand snake around my waist from behind as his mouth met my ear. “Are you attracted to women?” he asked.
I looked at Melanie again as she trailed her red fingernails down Gabe’s chest, toying with his restrained member. Pushing up on her toes, she stroked his face tenderly then struck his cheek with a hard slap that made me jump. She was undeniably sexy and just as commanding a presence as Leo, but I’d never strayed any farther than a one on the Kinsey scale. I shook my head and Leo laughed against the curve of my neck.
“The riding crop then?”
Words evaded me as I continued to stare at the couple. His punishment continued and he became more vocal as she became more aggressive. I shrugged and Leo’s arm tightened around me, pulling me back flush against his chest.
“Suspension,” he said firmly and I shuddered. “Mmm, yeah, that’s what you want.”
I attempted to turn in his arms but his strength wouldn’t allow it. He held me for a moment longer, keeping my eyes directed at Mr. and Mrs. Nolan. My blood raced. The visual of their exchange mixed with the feeling of Leo’s body pressed against mine made me tremble. I didn’t know what I wanted more—Leo’s hands under my clothes or bindings around my wrists.
“What’s behind door number two?” Leo whispered as he released me and took a few steps. I followed him on vibrating limbs and soon my eyes fell on a shocking sight. With his arms chained above his head, linked through a steel ring on the wall, Jack cried out as Ian touched his nipple with the end of a long glass tube. When the glass met his skin, purple lightening shot out of the end, zapping him for a split second. Ian grinned and leaned forward to lick the nipple he’d just assaulted.
“Again?” Ian asked.
Jack’s eyes slammed shut and he panted before he spoke. “Yes, Daddy. Please.”
The implement tipped toward Jack’s chest again and when the electric volt made contact he gritted his teeth and squirmed on the chains.
“What is that?” I breathed.
Leo’s shoulder connected with mine and he leaned in to answer. “It’s called a violet wand. Low current, high voltage electricity.”
Ian lowered the wand and Jack continued to writhe though it wasn’t touching him yet. Jack wore leather pants slung low on his hips. I felt myself clench for him as Ian tilted the end of the wand to the tender flesh above his waistband. Jack tensed then grunted out a curse when Ian shocked him five times in a row.
I tried to imagine what it would feel like but somehow I didn’t think building up a charge on carpet during the dry winter months would come close. Still, just like with Gabe, watching the interwoven pleasure and pain across Jack’s face during the torture made my lips swell and my skin burn.
Leo put a hand on the small of my back and we crossed to the other side of the hall to another open door. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head when I looked inside and locked gazes with Leo’s friend Ben as he pounded into Jade, bent over a leather bench wearing furry black cat ears. I quickly looked at Jade instead; her face looked completely relaxed, almost serene, with her eyes closed and her lips parted. Ben had a hold of a leather leash linked to her collar, pulling her to him as he fucked her from behind. She mewed and moaned as he slammed into her, his pace quickening as his brow furrowed and his animalistic noises grew deeper.
“I’m gonna come, kitty,” Ben growled.
She meowed in response and he swiftly drew the leash back tight, pulling her off the bench. He grabbed a handful of her breast and thrust hard into her a few more times before he loosened his grip on the leash and she fell forward again. She arched her back and wiggled back against him, perching her hands on the bench like delicate paws. Ben traced his hand down her spine and pulled out of her and stepped back. Then I watched as he gripped a long tuft of black fur that I hadn’t noticed before, coming out of her ass like a tail. I couldn’t help but let my head cock to one side to try and figure out how it was attached to her. Ben’s hand slipped beneath Jade and he started fondling her as he tugged on the tail. Every time he moved it, she moaned, and it wasn’t long before he worked her to her peak.
“Does kitty like it when I play with her pussy?”
She mewed again and nodded. “Yesss,” Jade sighed.
One final yank on the tail as he furiously rubbed at her clit and she screamed out as an orgasm overwhelmed her. Leo chuckled when Ben glanced up at us and smirked before stroking Jade’s back again as she flopped over the leather bench, spent.
I barely noticed my feet were moving when Leo leaned down to me again as we walked to the next door. “It was an anal plug,” he said.
My head whipped over to him. “What?”
He grinned and wet his lips, nodding his head back at the last room. “The tail. I saw you trying to figure it out. It’s a small rubber plug with a fur pelt attached to one end. Has anyone…ever explored that area with you?”
My mouth gaped then snapped shut. The amusement on his face was infectious and I felt my lips turning upward despite my embarrassment. “No,” I replied, turning away and stepping toward the next open door. “Not yet,” I added.
I heard a little growl creep from the back of his throat but didn’t react. Instead, my eyes fell on a bed where barely legal blonde Missy lay blindfolded and gagged by a red ball with leather straps stretched across her cheeks. Crouched over the foot of the bed, Sean had his arms tangled behind Missy’s knees, his face buried between her legs. Behind Sean, Tracy stood gripping his hips and pulling him to her roughly, penetrating him with a strap-on.
My mouth fell open, but by the time my brain attempted to understand the dynamics of their threesome, Leo’s hand gripped mine. He whisked me into the next room over and pressed my back against the wall just inside the door and stared at me with intent.
“That’s enough live entertainment. They might’ve tried to enlist you as a fourth if they saw that perfect open mouth of yours.”
I laughed and tried to pull away but he held me a moment longer, dragging his gaze all over my face. My cheeks had been red from the start, but I knew nothing made me blush quite like Leo’s intensity. I bowed one challenging brow and twisted to slip away from him. As I walked toward the other side of the room, I could feel his eyes burning into my back. A row of hooks hung on the far wall where I surveyed implements meant to punish—to stimulate and excite. My hand swept across the riding crop that hung from the first hook then my fingers brushed the flogger, the studded paddle, the whip and the cane. Under the hanging tools sat a table covered in black velvet with smaller toys laid out. The same silver spiked wheel Leo had used on me before, phallic shaped silicone, a pair of scissors and a scalpel—the last of which made my stomach clench with terror, a limit reached.
When my feet led me to the huge X in the room, a little smirk crossed my lips as I likened myself to a pirate finding her treasure. X marks the spot. The rack, called a St. Andrew’s Cross per my wealth of reading materials, was made of leather and steel. It looked sturdier than the ones I’d seen photos of in books. I reached out and felt the thick padding of leather just as Leo’s footsteps crept up behind me.
His hand covered mine, pressing my palm into the cushion before firmly capturing my wrist. My heart fluttered in my chest when his lips connected with the curve of my neck, leaving a tender kiss. The familiarity of it confused me, but intoxicated me all the same. The sweetness of the kiss rivaled then ultimately integrated with the severity of his hold on my wrist. His broad stance at my back turned him into a wall—a gate I’d never unlock—keeping me his caged animal for the time being.
“I’m feeling…spontaneous,” he whispered and I felt the words skate across my flesh like morning fog. Enchanting, mesmerizing and oh so ominous.
I wanted to nod my head but my muscles no longer felt like they were under my control. Maybe I’d already subconsciously handed the reins to Leo. My head drifted away from him, allowing him better access to my neck, something he took full advantage of, kissing a trail from my shoulder to my ear.
“I see the way your skin puckers and I know your mind is already complying...” His tongue swept my earlobe into his mouth and he nipped it barely before letting go and dusting another kiss on my neck. “But I need you to answer this question. Are you feeling spontaneous, too?”
“Yes,” I sighed.
With the fingers that encircled my wrist, he twisted me around to face him and pressed me into the leather padding of the cross.
“Do you remember your colors?” he asked.
“Yes.”
His sinister grin sent my heart into overdrive, beating like a war drum. It nearly bruised my ribs from the inside when I saw him take the leather gloves from his jacket pocket and slip them on. When I first heard the shifting jingle of chain, I froze. Leo buckled a leather cuff attached to the cross around my wrist, keeping it down at my side then moved to do the same to my other wrist. Instinctively, I tugged against the restraints and felt the resistance of only a few inches of chain. He sank to the floor and I closed my eyes as his leather-clad hands traced up my calves and back down to my ankles. With care, he slipped my shoes off and set them to one side before forcing my legs apart, securing my ankles the same way he’d secured my wrists. It was only then, with my legs spread wide, matching the lines of the lower half of the cross, that I wondered why he hadn’t hooked my hands above me. My body should’ve become the X, spread eagle, but instead my shackled hands were no higher than my hips.
The over analysis ceased when Leo hiked my dress up to my waist as he rose. He looked down at my exposed panties and tapped a finger to his lips.
“I hope those didn’t cost too much,” he mused, walking a few steps to the left and out of sight. “There’s something I’ve always wanted to do…”
He came back into view holding a pair of scissors. My breath caught in my throat as he traced the tip of them over my thigh then slid the open blades up to snip my panties at the hip. My skin trembled, feeling cool metal brush against the sensitive area just above where my leg met my pubic bone. Then I shivered all over as my underwear fell to the floor, leaving me bared to him. He groaned, staring at the fabric for a moment before stepping to me, gripping my chin in his gloved hand.
“I like you, Sloane,” he started.
My forehead flexed down and I pulled a sliver of my bottom lip into my mouth. He was always doing that, mixing something puzzling and overly familiar—guarded, even—in with the role play. As if his dominance wasn’t enough to unsettle and attract me, those offhand kind words played an even better game at luring me in.
“There’s so much I don’t know about you. So much I’d like to learn, given the chance,” he said, trickling a soft touch down my cheek.
Suddenly his hand dropped from my face and I felt the cross shift and tilt back. I yelped. My stomach clenched and my every muscle in my body flexed alternately, a futile attempt to protect myself from the falling feeling that overwhelmed me. As the cross tipped backwards evenly, I realized Leo was controlling it. Regardless of the fact that I no longer feared toppling over unexpectedly, my breath heaved as I prepared myself for the unknown. The sound of metal gears clicking thrummed in my head along with my pulse as the cross went from upright to flat as a table then upside down, in what felt like an instant.
Blood rushed to my head and gravity caused my dress to slip all the way to my chest, revealing everything from my bra down to my toes. Or rather, my toes down to my bra as it was with the new angle. My mind became a tornado of thoughts and a symphony of heartbeat and deep panting breaths as I got my bearings. Inverted on the cross, I noticed the restraints at my wrists and the surprising comfort of my arms where Leo had hooked me. He’d come around the cross and stood facing my thighs. I strained to lift my head and look up at him but only caught a clear view of his black slacks and a sliver of his chin. He glanced down at me and the sight of his face wearing a subtle smile loosened me.
My head fell back against the leather cushion, but jerked back up to see him when his leather covered fingers swatted my newly-waxed, bare pussy. I hadn’t yet recovered from the intimate slap when he spread me apart, the sensation of thick leather fingers trailing along my core making me wetter than I already was.
“There’s one thing I’ve been dying to know about you and I won’t wait any longer to find out,” he said, leaning over me, putting his mouth just above my slit. Hot breath enveloped my sex and clouded my senses. As he spoke, I felt the dizziness begin. “I want to know what it sounds like when you come.”
His tongue darted out to lick me and I squirmed with a groan. My hands buckled against the cuffs, wanting nothing more than to grip his thighs and hold his body to mine. The loss of control, coupled with his fervent mouth devouring me, catapulted me into the spin. Upended on the cross, tied down and spread bare for his consumption, my mind splintered into colors and feelings only as my skin tingled and I lost all sense of direction.
Leo sucked on my clit and pushed his tongue inside me alternately, making me lock my knees and point my toes. The heat of his mouth as he covered me, teasing me, warmed my entire body enough to make me sweat against the cool leather at my back. He pulled away and I didn’t have the strength to crane my face up to look at him. One finger, sheathed in soft leather, stroked me before pushing inside. The conflicting feeling of Leo’s digit masked as a foreign object made my stomach flip with excitement and a little fear.
Just as my mind began to catch up with the swirling feeling, Leo pushed a second finger inside and claimed me with his mouth again, sucking hard enough to make me cry out. From there, he was relentless, tickling me from the inside all while dancing his tongue across every nerve of my sensitive flesh. Moans poured from my lips as I writhed, pulling against my restraints. My eyes watered and when I pinched them shut, tears trickled around my temples and into my hair. I felt the building pressure of an orgasm as wilder, unrecognizable noises echoed around me. Leo flicked his tongue against my clit, pushing me to the brink, and when I nearly burst, he let the tip of one finger press against the tight hole no one had ever gone near. I gasped and clenched, bringing forth a chuckle from him right against my sex. My head sprang up and he looked down at me.
“I don’t hear any colors…” he teased, pushing in slightly then working in a circular motion.
I felt electricity pulsing in my lower half, strange new feelings consuming my mind. He grinned down to catch my wide eyes as his hands manipulated me. The fullness I felt with two fingers hooked into my pussy and the thin digit slowly sliding further into my ass stormed my whirling consciousness. And as Leo planted a kiss on my thigh followed by a quick nip of his teeth, I screamed, bearing down into the first forceful explosion of ecstasy.