“Ten, Sir.”
He caresses his hand over my cheeks. “You did so well. Now for your reward.”
I stand on shaky legs to await further instruction.
“Take off your bra.” The heat in his eyes as I unclasp the delicate lace is almost more than I can handle. My heart is hammering in my chest. It’s now or never. With so many eyes on me, I let it fall from my shoulders, my nipples kissing the cool crisp air. The rapid rise and fall of my chest betray my attempt at self-assurance.
Panic sets in as I catch a glimpse of the scar marring my left arm.
“Eyes on me, baby girl.” As my gaze finds his, there’s a warming reassurance that I’m in control. “Come closer.”
I do as he asks, my nipples pebbled and eager for his touch. I watch entranced as he reaches into his pocket and brings out a chain with clips on either end. I stand stock still as he kisses one nipple before putting the clamp on it, then he does the same on the other. The pressure is tantalizing, and the overwhelming feeling that we’re being watched is headier than I thought it would be.
He settles back in the chair. “Now, take off your panties. Let everyone see what’s mine.” My pulse is so fast I think I’m going to pass out as I scan the room. There are bodies everywhere. Some naked, some watching, some fucking for all to see. I thought I’d be scared when the time came, but as I find Ryder’s gaze once more, I slip my fingers under the sides of my panties and push them down over my hips, letting them drop to the floor, and stepping out of them. I’m completely naked, save for my heels, which Ry instructs me to keep on.
I’ve never felt so empowered in my life. Ryder uncorks a bottle of champagne at the table, pouring a flute for me and one for himself. When he holds it out to me, my fingers graze his. “Are you good?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then, drink up. I want you to sit up on the table and slide your hand between your legs.”
I can barely hear him over the whooshing in my ears, but I do as I’m told, perching on the edge of the table as I drain my glass. A little Dutch courage never hurt anyone.
“You look so fucking beautiful right now. Open those legs for me. I want to watch you come before I sink balls deep inside you.”
Emboldened by his words, I take in the room around us as I let my legs fall open, seeing the arousal on people’s faces as they watch my hand dip between my thighs.
“Eyes on me, baby girl. I’m a jealous man.” My gaze snaps back to his, his expression so dark it sends my stomach into a tailspin of desire. “Now, tease your clit for me.”
I do as he asks, watching as he stands and brings the bottle to my side. Leaning in, he takes a mouthful of champagne before dipping to kiss my nipple, the bubbles effervescent as they make contact with my skin—a whisper of a caress, which is a stark juxtaposition to the metal clamps.
“Lie back.” He guides me down before taking another sip of champagne and repeating the kiss on my other breast.
He gives a little bite to the bud, causing me to arch off the table, moaning his name.
“Yes, Ryder!”
He stops dead before a sharp smack hits my pussy. “Subs who don’t address their Dom properly don’t get to come.” He shoves two fingers inside me, thrusting hard before leaving me bereft. He then slides his fingers into my mouth, forcing me to taste myself, to the pleasure of our gathering crowd.
“What do you say, Aspen?”
“I’m sorry, Sir. Please, let me come.”
“Only because you asked so nicely.” True to his word, Ryder kisses every inch of my body with a trail of champagne, except for the one place I crave him.
“Sir…”
“I know. You’re frustrated.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I promise I’ll make it better when I fuck you for everyone to watch. Would you like that? Are you going to be a good girl for me?”
“Yes… oh God.” He takes the last of the champagne into his mouth before spreading my legs as wide as they’ll go and burying his head between my thighs. I can’t help the shameless moan that escapes me.
The cool bubbles are heaven against my pussy as he circles my clit. I relish the eyes on me as I give myself over to my Dominant, and I know in this moment that Ryder didn’t pull me into the darkness. He freed me from it.
He continues his ministrations, teasing me to the edge more times than I can count. “That’s a good girl. Wait until I tell you to come.”
