He hit me again and again, and each time the leather connected with my ass the crowd clapped. Someone out there yelled again. He went fast, the way he liked to fuck when he was close to coming—snap,snap. The leather was loud and the pain was incandescent with my eyes blinded. I struggled and could barely keep on my feet the longer the punishment went on. At some point, I’m not sure when, I began crying. My nose filled with snot and I started having trouble breathing. My head swam as another brutal stripe landed on my already tender ass and I slumped onto the stool.
Somewhere far away, like a distant rumble of thunder, I could hear clapping and yelling and screaming. The strand of leather that ran down my asscrack was moved aside. The thin, sharp leather of the side of Sir’s belt ran up and down my crack. I shuddered as Jayce pressed the belt firmly against my hole. I got my feet firmly under me and strained to tilt my ass his direction, even as I struggled to breathe.
“Lamb, you’re bloody fucking well close to perfect.”
“If you turn him so that he’s facing the audience and get behind him, you can—” Vic’s voice nearby was like a dream on the edge of reality, and it dipped too low for me to hear him. My body sang with pain and my dick throbbed. I wasn’t sure if I wanted Jayce to keep going with my beating or fuck me. It had been so long since I felt this way, and it had been even longer since I could totally relax and let my Dom take care of me.
I was shifted so that I could tell by the noise the audience was right in front of me. Someone grabbed my hair and tilted my head back. The buckles on my blindfold were undone, and when I blinked my eyes open I was blinded by light instead of dark. The stage was too bright, but I could tell the audience was out there. I tried to turn and tensed when I realized it wasn’t Jayce who had a grip on my hair. Vic loomed beside me and winked at me.
Fingers nudged at my asshole and I tensed. I struggled to turn to check that it was Jayce, all at once terrified, for no real reason, that he’d left and it wasn’t him anymore, but Vic shushed me.
“Your Dom’s taking good care of you, River. Let him. I’m just here to make sure you don’t take a header off the stage, okay?”
I nodded and tried to relax as slick fingers speared deep into me. More lube was dumped—chilly and slick—right into the crack of my ass and then pumped into me. My entire groin strained, and I could feel the precum slopping the inside of my underwear. The leather didn’t let anything escape and I was getting sticky.
The noise of the audience rushed in on me and there was a moment of real fear as the outside world assaulted my senses. My heart raced, and Vic rubbed my shoulder. I closed my eyes tight as Jayce used one hand to knead my right asscheek as he continued to finger fuck me in front of all these people.What if someone takes a picture of this?Vic wouldn’t allow anyone in his place to aim a camera at the stage, but what if someone did? Jayce just worked so hard to get me out of trouble. What if we were right back in it because I couldn’t live without these kinds of filthy fucking thrills?
I forced my eyes wide and studied all the starving faces watching me, and Jayce chose that moment to peg my prostate firmly with his fingers. I closed my eyes as a wave of pleasure spiked through my middle. Were those people out there jealous of Jayce, or me? Vic took a knee by the stool and held my shoulder. Gus came over on my other side and put a hand on my shoulder and one on my hip. Behind me, Jayce slipped his fingers out, and I struggled to follow him but kept my grip on the stool.
“We’ve got you, River,” Gus leaned in to say.What an overly helpful ass.“You look so amazing.” His eyes were wide and heartbreak blue as they stared into mine.Maybe he is okay.But then I slammed my eyes closed again because Jayce was rightthere, his cock nudging my hole. The crowd went absolutely apeshit. I felt like the noise was closer than it had been earlier, and the music cranked louder. Jayce eased his way into me, and the burn of being spread when I was tense hurt a little, in a way I actually liked, but when he drove his hips flush with my ass I was grateful for Vic and Gus. I screamed around the ball gag at the burst of pain from my tortured asscheeks and nearly tipped forward. It was them holding me that stopped an accident from happening. The pain was unbelievable—sharp and subtle at the same time. Jayce ground himself there and pushed harder so he was so deep inside me it didn’t feel real.
“You okay, River?” Vic asked. I was crying again but nodded.
My body froze, and I held so tight to the metal rungs that my fingers began to go numb. Jayce pulled out and pounded in again. The pain was so much I could barely stand it, curling through my body and into my stomach, where it coiled with the steady thrum of my arousal and made some completely new feeling bloom in my belly. He fucked me at a brutal pace, and I squirmed and pushed back against him even as the pain unfurled and zipped around my body. My head spun and floated like I was watching all of this happen from ten feet above. It was amazing, better than any drug I’d ever had. All I could do was feel.
Jayce’s fierce fucking went on for a long time, and amazingly an orgasm began to build in me, a slow, slippery thing that wasn’t sure it wanted to happen. The pain kept driving the crest of the bliss wave off. I would have come a long time ago without the welts on my ass making everything both better and worse. My body tingled and buzzed. Someone peeled my underwear down, but they were careful only to touch the sides. It hadn’t really registered that Jayce must have moved aside the leather to fuck me with them on, even though I knew they weren’t off the whole time. Jayce pulled out to push my underwear the rest of the way to my knees, and I bucked and tried to yell but the gag kept me from doing it. Jayce rammed back in without warning, fast and in one long slide. No mercy.
He tilted my hips and more of my weight rested on my chest. Vic bent my head back at an even steeper angle so I could only stare out over the blurs of the audience, and I had trouble gasping in breaths. Jayce slammed home into my body again and the shift in angle had his cockhead dragging directly over my prostate and battering it. I jerked and gasped, and then there were cheers as I stiffened. My moment on the edge of satisfaction hovered just out of reach and shiny. My body still didn’t quite feel like it was mine. Everyone in the room was watching us. Beads of sweat raced down my back and sides, and then I screamed around the gag as my orgasm slammed me.
My dick jerked and cum shot out of me, but I couldn’t tell where it landed. The glow of pleasure was a hundred times better than anything should have been capable of being, and it was the pain that made it feel that way.
There were encouraging screams and yells from in front of me. I tried to turn my face away from them to hide. I felt too good, my body was too hot, everything was too wonderful to share, but Vic gripped my hair tighter. Jayce let out a roar and drove himself deep inside me. I could feel him pulsing in me even as one last tremor of joy had my dick jolting.
Jayce pulled out too fast, and I probably would have melted to the floor if it weren’t for Vic and Gus. My hands wouldn’t grip the rungs on the stool anymore. A hand rubbed something wet and sticky into my belly, and when I turned my head a little to the side I was relieved it was Jayce doing something so intimate and not someone else. Vic and Gus held me steady on the stool, and Jayce’s careful hands slid my underwear up where it belonged. He arranged my dick almost as well as I would have in the pouch of the thong and then slid my pants up. I couldn’t move to help as he zipped my fly and buckled my belt. The gag was loosened and fell from my mouth. Immediately I sucked in huge gulps of air and wiggled around my tongue. My head rushed.
Vic and Gus lowered me to my knees, and Jayce was there like a fantasy turned real, slipping into view in front of me. I shivered.
“You okay there, Lamb?” He slid my glasses onto my nose. It was good to see he looked just as fucked-up as I felt. His skin glistened with sweat and his hair was everywhere. There was a beautiful sex blush on his cheeks.
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir, for your punishment. I will remember…. Whatever the fuck,” I grumbled. “Things. You broke me.”
Jayce laughed and leaned down to kiss me. His warm lips gave me life, and I squirmed inside at the round of applause and some “awws” that were flung our way. I didn’t really remember my trip off the stage or my ride home in Jayce’s truck. Everything seemed blurry until he had me in the shower in his arms, carefully running a soft washcloth over every inch of my body. With a gentle patience that had me tearing up, he got me out of the shower.
Jayce didn’t bother handing me my glasses after I was clean, simply guided me toward his bedroom. He turned back the blankets on his bed and I flopped into it.
Not much later I had him forcing me upright to drink a glass of water, and then the light snapped off and I was in blissful darkness, still sort of floating. My ass had the type of ache I knew would mean real bruises tomorrow. I might want to get a pillow to take to the office to sit on. I sighed happily when he got into the bed. He moved me around until I was snuggled up against his chest, and then he hummed and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight.
His heart whooshed under my ear and tears slipped out of my eyes. “Thank you for wanting everyone to see us together.”
“Thank you for finally fucking talking. I was starting to get worried.”
Smiling, I nuzzled against the center of his chest. I ran my tongue over the small thatch of curls there just to taste them, and he laughed.
“You’re a different creature after you’ve been handled rough.”
“Yeah.”
“I like it.” His voice dipped husky, and I shivered.
