I look at Dex then I look at the restrained woman. “Please,” she begs.
So I get taught how to spank someone. The correct way to hold a paddle, the right amount of pain, but I can’t help apologizing to the woman and cringing after each whack, and I giggle through the entire ordeal.
When the couple leaves, the latex Madame points a finger to me. “Would you like to play?”
“I’ve never um—I’m uh—” I can’t get the words out. The thing is, I do want to try. Spanking is kind of a vanilla thing.
“Do you want me to sit with you?” Dex whispers.
Without thinking I just say, “Yes please.”
“Lie on the long bench, on your back,” the Madame tells Dex. His eyes flash up to mine as he walks over the table and positions himself on it exactly how she commanded him to.
My heart hammers in my chest.
“You, straddle him. Then bend over and lift your ass in the air, and look directly in his eyes while you do it.”
Um. What now?
I blink at Latex Girl for a minute, wondering if I know her from somewhere.
I don’t. I’m just stalling.
I walk slowly over to the table. Dex’s eyes never leave mine. Which is comforting in a way, we can leave whenever we want to and he’s here to keep me safe and—
“Straddle him. Now.”
I climb on top of the table and Dex whispers, “Is this okay?”
“Yes, of course,” I whisper back. “Is it okay with you?” I ask, suddenly scared it’s not.
“God yes, Nash. Come here,” he says, helping me crawl over him.
I cover his body with mine, and the heat from his makes me shiver. I can feel his arousal, hard and thick through his pants, and I squeeze my eyes closed to try to block out the overwhelming sensations of every inch of him beneath me.
“Open those gorgeous eyes of yours,” Madame Latex says. “And you, underneath this exquisite morsel, ride those hands up and lift her dress up, bare her ass to me.”
My eyes fly open. His hands, like pure hot lava now, slide over my skin and lift my dress up around my lower back. I look into his eyes; he’s breathing too heavily and maybe I’m crushing him. “Am I too heavy?”
His arms are around me instantly, his hands fisting into my hair. “You’re fucking perfect, Nash. Fucking perfect.”
“Are you ready? I’m going to spank you five times since this is your first time.”
“Yes,” I hiss.
Dex shudders underneath me, his face now buried into my neck.
“You will count after each one. Out loud.”
The first paddle cracks across my skin without warning, sending sparks of fireworks all over my body. Dex holds me tighter, and I can feel his mouth, and his lips press against the side of my neck.
“One,” I moan.
Madame Latex walks around the table as she did for the last couple and when she reaches a full circle, the second strike comes in the same exact spot as before. “Two,” I say.
Dex is breathing hot against my throat, pressing his lips harder against me.
The third paddle explodes on my other cheek and Dex’s tongue licks out. I can feel it warm and wet, and I don’t know what’s more arousing, being paddled by a complete stranger in a weird sex club or the fact that Dex is so turned on by this he’s tasting my neck.
