Chapter 20
IstraddleDax’slap.His thighs are muscular and I feel small pressed against him. I think I could live here forever. What we did in the first room didn’t feel like a punishment. It felt like a relief—it’s odd. I’ve always felt like I was a rule breaker. That I didn’t like when people told me what to do or being punished when I did something wrong. With Dax, it feels different. His rules when we came here were for safety, and I broke that rule, so he showed me who’s in charge. I loved every single moment of it, especially his magic touching mine. Our connection is so deep, I know that I’m falling fast. I push all of those nagging thoughts out of my mind as I just relish in the now. In his body heat warming mine, his firm hand gripping my ass and his eyes focused on me finishing my water.
“You good, babe?” he asks. His green eyes watching every move I make, making sure that I’m okay.
“Really good,” I say, sliding down so I’m pressed against his length, which is already getting hard again.
He smiles as he nuzzles his beard into my neck, his hands fisting my skirt and ass. He groans in my ear as I grind against him. I need him to relieve some of this tension for me.
“Does my little witch need to come?”
“Please,” I say.
“Please what?”
“Please, daddy.” He moans and abruptly picks me up, my ass in his hands and my legs wrapping around his waist.
“I’m going to make you feel so good,” he says, nothing but a promise sliding off of his tongue. I know without a doubt this man is going to wreck me, this time with a bigger audience.
He carries me further into the club, to the portion we haven’t been yet. The halls all look the same here, so I’m not sure which way he’s going. His boots click on the hardwood floor as the black walls pass me. Every now and then my eyes travel to a different room we pass. Each of the rooms has a similar decor, but with different intentions. I watch the other club goers as he carries me, a mix of all different supernaturals. We pass a room with a wall with hooks, each of them holding a different strap on. It would be nearly impossible to miss the scene of Asmo lying on his shoulders, his back supported by some piece of furniture, his ass up, arms wrapped around his thighs, cock fully erect as Kas pegs him. She strokes his length as the purple dildo retreats in and out of his ass. Her fingers grip tight on his thighs and they both smile at each other as she takes control. Lowkey, wish Dax wasn’t carrying me right now so we could take a brief pit stop and watch the rest of the show.
I sigh when I can no longer see them. Maybe after Mara is caught, we can come and do this again and I will actually get to really take in the sights. I could sit on Dax’s lap and he could touch me as we watched them touch each other. While there’s no way in Hell I’m willing to share Dax, it’s crystal clear that I don’t mind people watching, and I quite enjoy being watched.
The room he takes me to is more publicly centered. Larger than the one I gave him head in, and there are six chairs that allow onlookers.
The room is simple. There’s a wall with different floggers, paddles, and instruments hanging menacingly. A deep purple chandelier is in the middle of the room, dimly lighting the space. But the showstopper of the room is the bench in the middle. Made from oak wood with five sections of burgundy padding. There are restraints on all four outer padded sections, clearly there to restrain your calves and forearms. I realize that this is a spanking bench. I have never seen one in person, but now that I have, I feel intimidated, especially as I look at the restraints.
“Don’t worry about those. We won’t be needing them,” Dax says, making me turn my gaze from the bench to his face. He looks like he wants to devour me, and frankly I’d let him eat me alive with how he makes me feel. “Panties,” he says, holding out his palm face up.
Without hesitation, I hitch up my skirt and go to roll down the thong. Problem is, my garter is in the way. Dax tsks but gets down on his knees and it’s such a beautiful sight. He smiles at the skull clasps, but undoes them, releasing the cord that tethers the stockings to the garter. His tattooed fingers slowly glide along the pebbled flesh of my thigh as he tenderly rolls my thong the rest of the way down my legs. He places one small kiss on the Hecate tattoo on my upper thigh before rising to his full height and pocketing the panties.
If I wasn’t already wet before, I am now.
“On the bench, little witch.” I eye the piece of furniture and think about the best way to get on. Dax smirks and taps one of the lower sections designated for my legs. “Legs first, pet.”
I place a knee on the first padded section. The leather is cool against my skin. Before raising my next leg. I look over at Dax for approval as his hand pushes gently at my back, making my chest press firmly on to the large centerpiece of the bench. “Forearms here,” he says, taking my arms and putting them on the two last pieces. My face is flat against the cool leather as I look to my left, where two couples have sat down to watch the show. “Color?”
“Green,” I reply, and his hand slides down my spine.
“So sexy like this, pet. Ready and waiting for me to spank your sweet ass and make you come, is that right?”
“Yes, daddy,” I say and I watch the reaper grab his cock from the outside of his pants as he watches. It’s the same man I watched earlier. Now that I get a closer look at his wrist, it’s solid red. The woman he was playing with earlier isn’t the only person he’s willing to interact with, and it seems like he’s enjoying watching my and Dax’s show just as much as we watched him earlier.
“Such a good girl for me, but I think you need a reminder to follow the rules. Is that what you need, Blair? You need me to spank you and show you who is in charge of you?”
“Please.”
“So sweet when you ask nicely.” His fingertips glide down my spine and the anticipation looms over me. He leans in so only I can hear. “Use your safe word if it’s too much. Just my hand tonight.” I nod in agreement as his palm reaches under my skirt, flipping it up and baring my ass to the room. It’s not embarrassment that heats my cheeks, it’s desire. The want I see in the eyes of those watching, viewing what they can’t have. Knowing that Dax wants this as badly as I do only adds to the anticipation and want.
Dax toys with me, his fingertips gently gliding down my back and over my ass. It takes a moment to realize the cool sensation that’s greeting my limbs isn’t the cool air of the club. It’s Dax’s shadows coming out to play again. I get wetter from the feeling of them against my skin, holding down my forearms and calves to the lower part of the bench. My torso is free, but I can’t move much with my arms and legs tied down by his magic. You wouldn’t think of a smoky substance as being strong, but the grip is firm, and it holds me down tightly.
Impatiently, I wiggle my ass at Dax. I hear a dark chuckle before the first slap hits.Smack.His palm hits my left ass cheek and I feel the sting immediately. It’s not a wince or a hiss that leaves my lips, it’s a delicate moan. He kneads the skin in his hand, relieving some of the sting.
“I want this cunt dripping, pet. Only then will I give you what you need. You understand?”
I don’t answer immediately and a whoosh of air alerts me to the next spanking headed my way. The audible cracking of flesh meeting hits my senses before the actual sting does. I can’t help but make eye contact to the supernaturals watching my punishment. The woman who was spanked earlier with the long braids sits next to the Reaper. His hand is playing with her pussy and hers is wrapped around his cock as they work each other. They’re touching each other while watching me and Dax. Why is that so incredibly hot?
Lost in the show in front of me, the loud crack of another smack makes me groan and attempt to shift on the bench. I’m nearing sensory overload, my need for Dax to make me come builds inside of me. The anticipation of when he will let me come is consuming my thoughts.
