“Liam? What the fuck?” I yelled in horror when he took off the mask. I thought I was letting off some steam with a stranger I’d never see again. I never would have let Liam see me acting like such a whore. “I thought you were going to the fucking ball. What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I feel like I should be asking you the same question,” he said. “When I had asked you to go to the ball with me, you said you couldn’t because you already had a date. So where is Mister Wonderful this evening? I noticed you didn’t bring him with you,” he craned his neck, acting as though he were searching for my date in the crowd.

What was I supposed to say to that? Of course, he didn’t see my date with me. My date wasn’t real for Christ’s sake. It was hard to question why he wasn’t at the ball when I wasn’t there either. But how did we both end up in a place like Paddles? That was the main question running through my head.

I was only there because my girlfriends wouldn’t tell me where we were going. I would have thought he would be completely out of his element but he looked extremely comfortable. That’s when it hit me. I was standing right inside of his element. Liam had a dark side that nobody knew about. He was a bad boy after all, and that made my panties wet.

I knew there was no way I’d be able to answer his question without sounding like a superficial bitch so I wasn’t about to say a word. Instead, I grabbed him by the hand and drug him towards the back of the room. I’d seen couples going in and out of the doors all night so I figured that was where the fun was happening.

I’m not really sure what I was expecting to find in the room but I wasn’t prepared for what I saw. Straight in front of us was a large daybed. In the corner was what looked like a coat rack. Instead of being used to store coats, there were a number of different toys on it including various whips and paddles. In a moment of clarity, the name of the club suddenly made sense.

“Is this something you’re really into, Liam?” I asked, sincerely curious if this was a fetish or of he was in a similar situation as mine.

Liam didn’t answer, instead he nodded in agreement as his dark, smoldering eyes burned into me.

“Well, I’m here with you right now. Why don’t you show me what your world is all about?”

He walked up to me, kissing me hard and deep. He was being much more aggressive than I’d ever seen him and it was turning me on. We were definitely in his domain. We were in a place where he felt comfortable being himself and it showed. He was grabbing my face as he shoved his tongue down my throat.

As he broke away from the kiss, he grabbed me by the waist and pushed me onto the daybed. I could barely believe that this was the Liam I knew. He has always been so shy and timid but was now treating me like a certified badass.

I looked around the room and wondered how long he’d be into this type of thing. He’s always been so gentle and sweet when he’s been around my sister and me. Now we were in a room that was not much bigger than a broom closet, surrounded by sex toys and tools that looked like they could be used for torture.

“I want you to get up, strip out of all your clothes and throw them onto the floor in front of me,” he demanded.

I stood up off the daybed, kicked off my heels, followed by my skirt, blouse, bra and finally, my panties. As someone who is typically very confident when it comes to my body, I was very self-aware at the fact that I was standing in front of Liam Bane completely nude. The room was cold, causing my nipples to harden instantly as the air came in contact with them.

Liam walked over to the daybed, reached behind it and pulled out a red toolbox. He opened it slowly while looking me in the eyes before he started to pull things out one at a time. Suddenly, I felt myself becoming very anxious. I was so anxious, in fact, that I had no clue what he had even taken out of the box.

“Come closer,” he said in a very matter of fact voice.

I obeyed his command and made my way towards him. I attempted to give him a bit of a smile but he wasn’t paying any attention. He was much too focused on a long piece of rope that he held in his hands.

“Raise your arms up into the air.”

I lifted my arms over my head, allowing him to wrap the rope around my chest and under my tits. Tightly, he wraps the rope around me several times, winding it around my chest.

He then moved to the top of my breasts, turning the rope around them three times. I was amazed how turned on I was becoming by the tight nylon rope moving around my body.

My breasts were beginning to turn multiple shades of purple as he tightened the ropes even more. I winced as he flicked at each of my nipples with his fingers. The blood flow being cut off left them each very sensitive. Leaning in, he took one nipple into his mouth and began sucking on it.

My knees got weak at the sensation and I thought I may actually fall to the ground. He then moved to the other nipple, causing the same sensation. Back and forth he alternated, making me want him badly.

Just when I was beginning to think I couldn’t take any more, he stopped sucking on my nipples, released the rope and spun my body around so that my back was facing him,

“You were liking that a little too much,” he said as he bent down to whisper in my ear. “You’re going to have to be punished for that.”

Before I had the chance to realize his sentence was over, I felt the palm of his hand connect hard with my ass. This was his way of punishing me for enjoying his torture. Although I was humiliated at what was happening to me, my pussy had never been wetter in my life. I started to turn towards him but another hard slap on my ass stopped me in my tracks.

Without letting me know what he was doing, I heard Liam digging through his toolbox. The next thing I knew, a loud whoosh sound filled the air followed by a much harder smack on my ass.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that he had a cat-o-nine tails in his hand. As the intensity of his punishments increased, I wondered how much more he had in store for me. For the first time, I wondered if I had it in me to take everything he had to offer.

He kept going for quite a while, alternating the spanking between my ass and upper thighs. I could feel the sensations of heat rushing to my butt and legs as his flogging was no doubt turning them into a dark shade of red.

For a few moments, I wondered if he had any idea that he was actually fulfilling one of my darkest fantasies. His punishments, while painful, were much more enjoyable than he thought.

Eventually, he decided that he’d spanked me enough and started rubbing my ass in an effort to soothe the pain. As he rubbed, his hand moved closer and closer to my pussy. Soon, his fingers glided over my slit, letting him know once and for all how turned on I was.

Those fingers soon started rubbing my clit and moving in and out of my hole. I let out a soft moan because it felt so good. I wanted him. I wanted him to turn me over on the daybed and fuck the shit out of me but he didn’t. He seemed focused on me and my pleasure, which was a nice change of pace from what I was used to.

I could feel myself getting closer as he rubbed my clit with his thumb. I was trying to hold back, wanting the feeling to last as long as possible. He seemed to be catching onto the fact and ordered me to cum. I’d never had a man order me to cum and I wasn’t sure how to react.

Fortunately, I didn’t have to. Slowly, he slid a finger into my ass, instantly setting me off as I yelled in ecstasy with my legs shaking as I came all over his fingers.