The Club: Bound (Siren Publishing Allure) Read online

  After a few minutes he quietly said, “We are going to lower you and untie you. You will probably feel weak but lean on me, little one.”

  Richard got to his feet and set Fleur on a seat nearby then went to the wall to release the ropes. Gently they lowered her and set her upright before untying the bindings across her body. Paul had been right, she felt very weak but he held her up as the last of the ropes fell away. He then lifted her and carried her to a large chair near Fleur. Standing her up, he pulled the kimono on her. There was a box of moist towelettes and he used them to clean her and then himself then he sat. Cradling her in his arms, he rocked her, murmuring all the while, telling her how he loved her, how wonderful she was. She was amazed at how wonderful she felt, how cherished and adored.

  She could hear Richard talking to Fleur in the same soft gentle voice. She laid her head on Paul’s shoulder and let all the feelings wash over her. She understood now why everyone had been upset at Paul leaving her yesterday. Then she had felt used and soiled. Tonight, she felt nothing but love and desire. There was no plunging down from subspace this time, no shock, just lots of comfort and love.

  She had no idea how long they sat there but when she glanced at a clock nearby, she was surprised to see it was almost three hours since they arrived. Eventually she knew she would have to get off Paul’s lap but she felt so comfortable.

  A few moments later, a waiter came with a tray and placed it between the four of them then left. Paul set her on the seat beside him and reached forward to remove the covers. Once again, there were the pastries and sauces. He fed her and she noticed that Fleur and Richard were feeding each other which, meant she was “off duty.”

  Fleur glanced over and winked. “My man really loves boobs.”

  Richard tried to glare at her but burst out laughing. He leant forward and kissed her. “She is right. I do.”

  Lisa felt relaxed as the four of them chatted and ate. Paul, she noticed, could not keep his hands off her and kept touching her arm or her leg as if he could not get enough of her. She had to admit it felt wonderful.

  Richard finally stood. “Time for me to do a DM walk-through. Plus I think my sub needs to be spanked.” He leant over and kissed Lisa’s cheeks. “Thank you, my dear. That was a lovely experience.” He pulled on Fleur’s leash and she dropped back into the sub persona and followed him from the room.

  “How do you feel, little one?”

  “So much better than last night, I feel amazing.”

  Paul looked remorseful. “I still cannot believe I did that to you or that you accepted me.” She touched his arm.

  “Let’s put it behind us. Things are working out now, so let’s just enjoy.” He leant in and kissed her, running his hand up her leg until she gasped against his mouth.

  “I can definitely enjoy.” He grinned wickedly. “Want to play some more?”

  “What did you have in mind?”

  “Well, I saw how much you enjoyed it when I tickled you with the flogger last night. I wonder how you would enjoy a little clamping or maybe some wax play or both?”

  Her eyes widened and she realised she sounded breathless as she answered, “I…I have never done any of that.”

  “I want to show you all the delights on offer. Come with me. Do you trust me?” Lisa looked into his eyes. She may have only known this man for a day but she could not doubt the sincerity in his voice. It would be a leap of faith to trust him after what had happened but she instinctively knew she could. He may push her out of her comfort zone, but he would never again do anything that would hurt her or endanger her.

  “Yes,” she whispered and put her hand in his.

  Chapter Nine

  He led her through The Club to the front desk where he took a key and wrote something in a book.

  “Let’s go, I have taken the wax room for us. I don’t want to share this with anyone.” He took her to a room and unlocked the door. Inside was a padded bench, a large bed, several sofas, and a lot of candelabras. An open door led to a large bathroom.

  He took her in his arms and kissed her passionately, sliding the kimono from her shoulders at the same time. “Lie across the bench. I want to see you.” She lay in front of him, her legs either side of the leather-covered bench on the pads. He stepped forward and restrained her ankles. Her lovely wet pussy was displayed for him. He moved to her head and tied her arms above her. “Are you ready?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Please use The Club safe word. Promise me you will.” She looked at him and nodded. “I know you have never done this and if you want to stop anytime that is fine with me.” She nodded again and he kissed her then stripped off and had the pleasure of hearing her groan when she saw him naked. She looked him up and down, from the top of his head to his toes, his cock standing proudly. She almost creamed just thinking of that cock inside her.

  He walked over to the table set alongside one wall, picked up a candelabra, and lit the candles. He returned to stand in front of her. He set the candelabra on a small bench alongside her. Taking a small bottle of oil, he rubbed it all over her breasts and stomach, then taking a candle, he held it above her body and then slowly dripped the hot wax onto one breast. He felt delighted when she moaned with pleasure as each drip hit her nipple. He loved watching her writhe.

  Carefully, he dripped a line from between her breasts to above her navel. Each time the wax hit her skin she moaned louder. He returned to her nipples and covered each, loving the way the wax rolled down her full breasts. With his other hand, he rubbed the top of her thigh, brushing across her sex. She was dripping and he wanted more. He blew the candle out and began to rub it across her slit. Her eyes widened as she watched him. She did not think it was possible to get any wetter but instead she felt her juices running down her channel to pool on the bench. Paul groaned as he watched.

  He put the candle aside to pick up the thin paddle. Starting at the wax on her stomach, he began to hit her, the dried wax breaking free. He watched her nipples as he aimed the paddle on her breasts. They peaked to hard pebbles with each stroke of the paddle.

  He moved down her body and then began to flick his hand across her beautiful slit. She got wetter and wetter with each hit. They were both caught up in the pleasure/pain experience as he smacked her more and harder.

  She looked at him through slitted eyes, her breath coming in pants. He moved between her legs and rolled on a condom. Using his fingers, he pulled on her outer lips and was rewarded with a groan. Next time they played, he would clamp them but for now, he pinched them between his fingers. She wriggled down and he slapped her across her clit.

  As she gasped, he thrust his cock into her, delighted at the sound of his balls hitting her. Pumping back and forth as hard as he could, he leaned forward to pinch her nipples hard between his fingers. She was close to coming and he wanted to join her. He increased speed, his balls thumping against her. He could feel her muscles start to grab his cock as he thrust as deep as he could into her hot cunt and held it there. She began to spasm, gripping his cock tight, and it sent him over the edge, too. He stayed between her legs until they both stopped spasming and then he withdrew. He removed the condom, cleaned her, and then untied her. Helping her to her feet, he carried her over to the bed and lay with her. She put her legs over his and he wrapped his arms around her.

  She was rubbing her hand across his arms and chest, both slowly coming down from the high. No words were necessary, both taking comfort from each other and enjoying the afterglow of their orgasms. After about half an hour, she looked up at him shyly and he grinned down at her.

  “I think we can safely say I enjoyed that.”

  He groaned as he looked at her. “My god that was amazing. I loved it. I want to do so much to you, your body excites me so much, and I am walking around half-erect.” Lisa giggled.

  “Come on, let me wash you. Make sure all the wax is gone and the oil.” He stood and held out his arms and she went into them effortlessly. He took her into th
e bathroom then gently washed her body. She revelled in the feeling as he reverently washed her. Once he had finished he wrapped her in a towel and then dried her all over before wrapping her kimono around her. He quickly dried himself and dressed.

  “I think I better take you home, little one. You look asleep on your feet.”

  “Your fault, I feel so relaxed.” They walked back out to the change rooms and he waited while she dressed in her clothes. He carried the kimono for her and took her out to the car. As they drove out the front entrance, Lisa noticed a car pull out and follow them. It stayed behind them and she felt a little nervous. She was about to mention it to Paul when they reached her street and it continued past as they turned in. When they arrived, she shyly asked him, “Are you coming in?”

  “May I? I would love nothing more than to have you fall asleep in my arms.” She stood on tiptoes and kissed him then took his hand and led him to the front door. They walked into the bedroom and he slowly removed her clothes then gently placed her in bed before stripping off and climbing in to take her in his arms.

  “I love the feeling of you in my arms, you fit so perfectly.” He pulled her to him and kissed her, trying to put all the feelings he had for her in that kiss. She was breathless when they finally broke apart.

  “We will never get any sleep if you keep that up.” She giggled. “Your cock wants to play again.” He groaned as she took him in her hand.

  “Woman, I hope you realise that now you’ve woken it up you will have to do something to put it back to sleep.”

  She grinned wickedly at him and scooted down the bed until her face was level with his cock. She began to massage his balls then took one into her mouth, smiling in delight as he groaned. She paid attention to the other while her hand began to rub up and down the length of his growing cock.

  “Arg…woman, you don’t know what you are doing to me.” Lowering her mouth onto his cock, she licked its length then ran her tongue into his slit. Meanwhile she used her hand to massage his balls again, pulling and releasing them. Swallowing as much of him as she could, she began to move up and down the length of his dick, her tongue swirling around it, humming again and her teeth skimming along its length. She felt his hands fist in her hair, pushing and pulling her onto his hard length.

  When she could feel and hear that he was close to coming, she increased the speed of her sucking and the depth of her humming. She was rewarded when, groaning, he shot his load into her throat. She swallowed his salty deposit, licking his cock dry before she wriggled up to be enveloped in his arms. Feeling safe and relaxed, she drifted off to sleep.

  She woke feeling eyes on her. Paul was lying on his side, his head in his hand watching her. She felt herself blush.

  “I want to do this every day,” he whispered. She looked at him quizzically. “Wake up alongside you. I want to go to sleep at night with you in my arms and wake in the morning beside you.”

  Lisa had a funny lurch in her stomach at his words. She had known him for a few days. They had been intense days that seemed to have lasted months but she could not imagine her life without him in it. She gave a little gasp and her eyes widened as she realised that she had fallen in love with this man.

  “Tell me you feel the same. Tell me you want to spend the rest of our lives together little one.” He looked earnestly into her eyes. “I don’t care that it has only been a few days. I am in love with you.” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately, their tongues intertwined. They broke apart, breathless.

  “Tell me. Tell me you feel the same.”

  She nodded and then whispered, “I do. It is crazy, it’s insane but I do. I love you.”

  Paul let out a whoop of joy. “She loves me!” he shouted and kissed her again.

  “You know what this means don’t you.” He watched as she cocked her head to the side and looked puzzled. “You have to live with me, either here or at my home because I don’t want to spend any more time alone, I need you.”

  Lisa drew a breath, never in her wildest dreams did she imagine she would fall in love with so handsome a man, a man who was caring and who loved her with such passion, not to mention how much he turned her on sexually. She still could not quite believe it. In the back of her mind, she was worried that he would quickly tire of her and go in search of a younger plaything. More than anything, she wanted to give herself completely to him, to spend the rest of her life with him but she was scared.

  He was watching her intently, as if he knew what was going on in her head. He got out of bed and walked around to her side. He pulled her up into his arms.

  He took her hands in his. “Move in with me, Lisa. I love you so much. I want us to be together forever. There is no one else on this earth for me but you. I never thought I would fall in love but then you walked into The Club and into my heart.”

  “I know you have doubts but everyone does. Take a leap of faith with me because I know. I know that we will still be in love in another forty years. I want all of you. I want everyone to know that you are with me.”

  Lisa’s eyes filled with tears as she looked down at him baring his soul to her.

  “Say you will?”

  She threw herself off the bed and into his arms, sobbing but whispering, “Yes.” He wrapped his arms around her and time stopped as they sank to the floor.

  Lisa had no idea how long they lay together, wrapped in each other’s arms until she heard Paul.

  “Fuck! It’s Monday. Oh hell, I have an appointment at 9:30 a.m. and I forgot. What time is it?”

  Lisa glanced up to the bedside clock. “Paul, it’s just gone eight. You better grab a shower and run.” They untangled themselves and Paul helped her to her feet.

  “Thank goodness he is coming to the house. I designed a new software program for his company and he is coming to go through any changes he wants. Damn, I want to spend the day with you.” He sounded like a petulant child and Lisa giggled.

  “Are you laughing at me, woman?” Paul went to grab her but she spun out of his reach. “You know what happens to naughty girls. They get punished.”

  Lisa stuck out her tongue. “Go have your shower. I am sure you can think of some punishment while you are showering.”

  Paul groaned and Lisa laughed even more as she saw his cock harden at the thought of punishing her. “You are a cruel woman. How about you come and suck this?” He grabbed his cock in one hand.

  “Much as I would love to, I hate to tell you but it gone quarter past eight, you are going to be late if you don't hurry.”

  “Fuck!” Paul raced into the bathroom and Lisa jumped back onto the bed, hugging her legs. She had a silly smile on her face. She was going to get married, to a hunk, to a sex maniac who could satisfy her every desire and more. She laughed aloud then sobered. Which house would they live in? Hers was small and Paul said he had an office at his house. There was no room here.

  Just then, Paul came into the room, dragging on his clothes. “Little one, can I come and pick you up for lunch? I want to take you to see my house to decide where we are going to live.”

  “Okay. Paul, if you have an office at your home as well as one in the city I doubt we could live here. My house is just not big enough. Even I am cramped trying to work from here.” He reached over and pulled her into his arms, and she snuggled into their comfort.

  “Wait until you have seen my house, then we can decide. If you don’t like it, we can always move somewhere else.” She nodded into his chest and then walked with him to the front door. She hid behind the open door as he kissed her good-bye.

  “See you around eleven thirty or twelve. I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  Chapter Ten

  By the time Lisa showered, dressed and did a quick clean-up it was close to 10:30 a.m. She wondered how Paul’s meeting went and was nervous to see his house. Would she like it? Would there be room for her to work? She went back to her bedroom to look at what she was wearing. She had already changed her clothes
three times. Looking critically in the mirror at herself, she tried to decide if Paul would like her dressed this way. She had a pair of skinny jeans on, with high-heeled boots. A scooped-neck blouse showed off her breasts. She had plaited her hair in a single braid that she knew turned him on.

  She pulled off the boots, trying to decide whether to change again when the doorbell rang. Paul must have got away early and she almost skipped to the door.

  As she opened it she laughed. “Couldn’t stay away?”

  She gasped as the door flung fully open. Forcing his way in was John. “What do you want? What are you doing here? Get out before I call the police.”

  He swung a fist and connected with the side of her jaw, she screamed. He pushed her inside and she tripped, landing at his feet. He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the lounge room. She screamed again.

  “Help! Help me!”

  “Scream all you like, you fucking slut. Wouldn’t let me fuck you, you thought you were too good for me? I heard you spread your legs for anyone to see at that place. Now you can spread them for me.”

  “Get out now, John. I promise I won’t say anything if you leave now.” She was shaking with fear. He looked out of control and dangerous.

  He reached down, grabbed the front of her blouse and pulled until it ripped. She started screaming again and he backhanded her across the face. She felt blood in her mouth. He pulled a cloth from a pocket and tied it around her mouth.

  She panicked. She could not breathe. She could feel darkness all around and she passed out.

  When she came to, she was naked, lying on the table. He had tied her arms to the legs and her ankles were tied spread-eagled to the legs at the other end. He was standing above her with a whip.

  She was terrified now. She could not breathe properly with the gag on and it was bringing back memories of her childhood when she had almost drowned. She could taste blood in her mouth still and she thought he was going to kill her.