“Oh yes, bring that here. Thank you, Gus,” Sir said, dragging out the extra-British polite voice I loved, and I stilled.What is he asking for?
“What—”
“Open, love,” he whispered.
Everything between my balls and my brain seemed to seize up at his words. I didn’t even think, simply popped my lips apart. I didn’t care what the fuck he was going to shove into my mouth, just knew I wanted it. Something hard and familiar eased between my lips, though not the thing I wanted most. I moaned and didn’t need him to tell me it was a ball gag he was situating in my mouth. It must have been a large one because I had to really open my jaws wide to rest my teeth on the ball, and I could feel the stretch. This would begin to ache fast. The leather around the ball was pulled backward and the straps bit into my cheeks. He secured the buckle behind my head, and I couldn’t help myself. I pushed at the ball with my tongue and tried to work it free, but there was no way it would happen.
I was stuck. There was no mistaking that plastic sex-toy taste in my mouth, either, and it did things to me, like I was one of Pavlov’s dogs—well-trained to respond to this particular stimuli. My dick went from excited and interested to distressingly hard, and all I could think about was getting off. I whined and flexed my fingers on the cold metal rung of the stool.
But why the ball gag for my punishment? Did he like how it made me look? We’d never played this way before. Did he think I wouldn’t be able to keep my mouth shut? Was he worried I’d embarrasshim? Humiliation coiled firmly in my gut, but I was so fucking hard it didn’t do anything except heighten the moment.
“You’re a real sight all trussed up,” Sir said loud enough for me to hear. “I’m lucky, River, to have someone like you waiting for me at the end of the day.”
Pride sent tingles racing along my shoulders and down my spine. No one had ever really said anything like that to me before him, and I didn’t know what to do with the strange warmth that rampaged through my body. But I did know one thing. I wanted him to be proud of me up here on this stage, and keep feeling that way. I arched my ass in the air in the direction I thought he was standing and there were more wolf whistles.
“Show everyone that pretty arse,” Jayce said. “Stick it way out.”
There wasn’t much I could do, but I went up on my tiptoes and strained a little, trying to get more of a curve into my back. He ran a hand along my spine and the caress seemed to explode into every piece of me, a thousand times more extreme than if I’d been able to focus on the world around me with my eyes. The wave of encouraging hoots and shouts from the crowd smacked into me and made me jump.
He was behind me then, pressing his ready-to-rock cock tight to my ass. I held my breath as he unbuckled my pants and peeled them down my body. All I could think about was the night we saw Adonis and Sugar, and how they’d looked up here. I’d sat out there in that crowd and watched, hungry for the vicarious pleasure of watching someone else get spanked. Hungry for the burn of pain in my own body.
And now I was so close to getting it. I whined as my pants pooled around my knees. Sir took a second to hump against me, and I fought not to move and bit down on the ball gag. I went down on my feet and leaned my weight back as much as I could without losing my position.
“Now, now, none of that. This is a punishment. I believe you’ve got quite a few of those saved in the bank that I never properly handled.” He stood back, and I shivered. My ass was hanging out. Why tonight, of all nights, had I chosen to wear the fucking thong? Why did I think that would be cute?
Leather tickled over my ass and I braced. I’d already suspected this was what he was going to do. The belt was no joke. I closed my eyes, even though I was wearing the blindfold, and braced myself.
The first crack of the leather across my ass didn’t just hurt, it lit up the back of my eyelids with sparks like the Fourth of July, probably because I squeezed them so tightly. My lungs wouldn’t drag in breath. My arms shook and I almost let go of the rungs of the stool. The sting that followed the first strike made my legs shake a little.
“How’s that, Lamb?” he asked.
The crowd erupted with clapping and music started up, a low slide of pulsing techno beat, club music, dance music—after all, that’s what I was doing with Jayce. We were doing a dirty dance together.
“Fuck yes, get him again!” someone called from the audience, and Jayce laughed behind me.
His second hit on my ass was a tease, just a brush of leather over my left asscheek. It didn’t even hurt. The next blow was as wicked as the first and left my head spinning. My dick leaked and struggled against the front of my underwear. I felt like I might bust free even though the dick pouch on the thong was leather too. Jayce caressed a hand across my ass, and I bit down as much as I could on the ball gag when he gripped each cheek and squeezed.
“Yeah, this is what I should have done that first night. Really reddened your ass for you. Given you something to remember. Was I too careful those nights, Lamb?”
I shook my head and my chest squeezed. That night he’d taken me over his lap and spanked me with his bare hand was one of my favorites, and I wanted to remember to tell him when I could.
“You liked that too?”
I nodded frantically.
Jayce did the unexpected and reached down and cupped my balls through my underwear. I moaned and spread my legs farther, but he didn’t slip his hand up to grip my dick even though I tried to shake my ass to encourage him. There were laughs from the audience and my body heated. I whined around the gag.
“Any of you ever seen a sub so ready to please, even when he’s being punished?”
There was more laughter, and this time I was embarrassed because it had a jeering quality to it, but Jayce ran his hand along my back in a soothing way.
“I don’t think we have,” Vic’s voice rang from the sound system, and I groaned, pressing my cheek against the leather of the stool. “Do you want to see that feisty sub get his ass spanked again, you degenerates?”
There was another round of whoops and applause.
Jayce gave my neck a squeeze, and I could feel his warm breath on my ear. “Brace yourself, Lamb. Now the real punishment begins.”
I tensed and couldn’t help it as I waited for the blows. I knew knotting up my muscles would make the pain worse, but I couldn’t force myself to unwind, and that made the anticipation jump around in my belly. The first stripe across my ass caught both cheeks and I jerked around, barely able to stay still. I had to grip the rungs of the stool hard.
