Everything He Wants (16 page)

I shouldn't be here at all.

"You don't look too excited," Jake said, pulling me against him. "Remember what I told you in the beginning. Causing you anxiety is part of my job. Nerves are normal and, by now, should be expected. Does this make you nervous—being here in nothing but a robe?"

I closed my eyes. "Yes, Master."

"Uncomfortable?"

"Yes, Master."

"Aside from feeling exposed and a touch of stage fright, is there anything else? Are you in pain?"

"No, Master."

Jake placed a hand at the small of my back and guided me toward the stage. "I'll be right there beside you every step of the way. Ignore the audience and what Devlin tells them. It's his job to stir up the crowd, but you've seen this done before. Your safety is always our biggest concern." He lifted my chin. "The only thing I want you to worry about is my voice and your body. If you feel pain or think you might be ill, tell me, and the demo ends."

My eyes widened. "But what about the audience? Won't that disappoint them?"

Voices offstage caused my heart to skip a beat.
You can do this.
I wasn't so sure.

"They may be upset," Jake continued, "but they're aware of the changes. Not only are you a new sub for them, but full bondage is very new for you. Personally? I think it's about time they saw how a new sub might react. Many of the Doms here have new subs of their own. It's why they come to the demos, but sometimes we hear about Doms who go home and don't get as far with their sub before she uses a safe word." He stopped me right before we reached the stage. "Marisa doesn't need a safe word because she's experienced, but she wasn't always that way. What you're about to do would be overwhelming for any sub that hasn't done it before. I promise not to push you. If you use a safe word, we stop immediately. Yellow, red, I don't care which. We don't have the safety of privacy like we do at home. So, if you say yellow, I'm going to stop."

He held up his hand. "This doesn't mean we can't try again. I just won't ask you to continue tonight."

I craned my neck so I could see the stage. "So anytime I feel nervous—"

"No, not nervous. But if you feel ill or are in any kind of pain, I expect you to use a safe word."

"And if I can't talk?"
If I reach subspace?

"I'll stop the scene for you. I know your body language well enough by now to know the difference between nerves and when something's about to go sideways." He inclined his head and gestured at the stage. "After you."

M
arisa was standing in the front row as promised, and when I met her gaze, neither of us broke eye contact. She cradled her stomach, which would likely become an even greater habit the closer she got to her due date.

She looked amazing. Her breasts were the same B-cup they usually were, and her hair shone under the lights. The gentle swell of her hips defined her even more when compared to a few weeks ago.

Jake's hand on my arm caught my attention, and I lifted my gaze. I'd been so busy looking at Marisa that I'd completely forgotten where we were.

"They should get her a chair," I said when Jake went to untie the ribbon around my waist. The sides of my robe went slack, but he didn't remove it. "I don't want her standing like that all night."

"Neither do I," Master Devlin said, stepping behind Jake.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"

He waved his hand dismissively. "It's okay. I know you didn't mean it like that." He leaned in and lowered his voice. "Focus on Marisa, okay? She'll keep you calm."

I swallowed and bobbed my head.

"Ready whenever you are." Devlin clapped a hand on Jake's shoulder and turned away.

"You sure I can do this?" I asked Jake, looking around him at Marisa.

"I wouldn't have brought you here if I thought otherwise," Jake assured me, feeling the collar of my robe between his fingertips. "The hard part is already over. You're here on stage. There's one last thing you need to do. Are you ready?" His voice had changed, taking on the more commanding tone I was used to hearing when we were alone.

I bowed my head, and slowly, my shoulders dropped. "Yes, Master." I didn't move when the robe fell away from my breasts. My back.

Jake draped the robe over one arm and passed it to Devlin for safe keeping. It took all I had not to hug my arms around my chest. To shield myself from their eyes.

Soft lights warmed my skin as Jake turned to face the crowd. He ran a length of rope through his hands, folding it in half like I'd seen Devlin do close to a dozen times before.

My eyes met Marisa's again, and I smiled when I realized she was sitting down.
At least she'll be comfortable.
That made one of us. Even as I held her gaze and tuned out Devlin's voice, I could still feel dozens of eyes staring at my skin.

"Don't think about them," Jake ordered, dropping the ends of the rope over either of my shoulders.

"Sorry, Master."

They could've blindfolded me. Given me earplugs. But I still would've felt the vibrations from every body—every voice in the room.
Especially Devlin's.

I watched Jake as he tied a knot between my breasts. He lifted the cord up for me to see as he tied a second, lower knot. He let it lay against my skin and made sure the audience saw its placement before tying yet another, even lower knot.

Three knots.
The same three Devlin always made.
One between the breasts, one below the ribs, and another—

"You know where this one goes, don't you?" Jake asked, holding the third knot between his thumb and forefinger.

I bit my bottom lip. "Yes, Master," I slurred, mindful of where he was placing that third knot.

And in that moment, everyone else in the room ceased to exist. I no longer searched the faces for the one belonging to Marisa. I didn't hear Devlin's words. All I felt—all I heard was that knot on my clit and Jake's softer-than-a-whisper voice.

God, I love it when you talk like that.
Words meant only for me glided over his tongue as he weaved both ends of the rope between my pussy lips. My legs. Up my back.

At his direction, I turned around so my back was facing the crowd. And that little knot teased my clit with every step. Every breath.

I whimpered when Jake tightened the rope, lacing it through the loop behind my neck before continuing the weave around my breasts.

Facing the audience again, I screwed my eyes tight, hyperaware of what the knot was doing on my clit. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, and I could almost feel how slick the rope was. Almost smell my cream in the air.
Taste
it.

Jake leaned in to whisper against my ear. "I smell you."

I moaned as he parted the ropes and my pussy lips with a finger. He brought it up to my mouth and, being the good sub that I was, I licked myself from the digit.

The tangy-but-sweet flavor danced over my tongue as the world slowly started to tilt on its axis. Something tingled at the front of my mind, followed by nothing. Nothing at all.

No fear. No sound. But I felt it
all.
The rope against my skin. My clit. Jake's hand on my wrist as he fastened a cuff around it. He did the same to my other hand before weaving the excess rope through them.

"Hold that for me," Jake said, handing me both ends of the rope—the same rope he had all over my body. Through the cuffs.
Against
my clit. And I knew if I let my arms fall to my sides, that knot on my clit would move even more.

Somehow, time jumped forward. The rope dress was complete, but Jake wasn't finished with me yet. Again I searched the crowd for Marisa, surprised to see Devlin sitting beside her.

This isn't part of the demo.
I reached out for Jake's arms, my eyes wide as I tried, and failed, to find my voice.

"It's okay," he said, his voice gentler than I expected. "I'm going to push your boundaries again, but only a little. Are you okay?"

I held my arms at my sides, moaning when the knot rubbed my clit. "Yes, Master."

"We can still stop."

"No, Master. I want to try." More than anything else, I wanted to see where he was going with this.

"Very good." He waved Devlin back on stage, then stepped away to get something. When he returned, Devlin moved off to my left. "Remember this?" Jake held up a vibrating egg for me to see. "I want you to hold on to it for me the best you can, okay?"

My body shook. "Yes, Master."

I rocked my hips back when he reached down to tease my clit. To part my pussy lips. The vibrating egg turned on, and Jake slipped it inside me.

He held a remote in his other hand. "The rules at home apply here as well," he warned. "You're not allowed to come without my permission, understood?"

"Yes, Master."

Jake smiled and handed one end of the rope to Devlin, which was then tied to a pole off to my left. They did the same with the right, tying it off so my hands were held out to either side of me. Restrained.

"Are you okay?" Jake asked.

"Yes, Master."

"Are you uncomfortable?"

I rolled my shoulders back and tested my weight on each leg. "No, Master."

"You'll let me know if you are." He cocked his head to one side.

"Yes, Master."

His last statement wasn't a question of if I could, but I answered anyway. I knew better than to hold out when I felt a nerve pinch or a muscle cramp. It was something I learned early on, with even less bondage than this.
So far, so good.

Jake walked behind me and ran a finger over the length of my spine. The egg inside my pussy vibrated even harder.

He moved again, this time to trail the tails of a flogger over the sides of my hips. I jerked away when it tickled, gasping as the knot against my clit made itself known.

I tightened my Kegels before Jake's toy could drop.
He's going to make this extra difficult.

"I want to push your boundaries..."

I let my head fall forward as the flogger came down on me again. This time on one of my shoulders.

The tails smacked against skin, and I jumped, sending the most delicious chill throughout my body. The hold I had on the egg was starting to slip, but each time I made an effort to tighten my Kegels, the flogger came down again—sending yet another surge of electricity from my clit when the knot rubbed up against it.

My head spun. My concentration was beginning to fray. And as the pulsating of the egg intensified, so did Jake's strokes of the flogger.

The stinging fire on my shoulders was quickly forgotten thanks to the warmth radiating from my clit. White specks started to crowd my vision as the first tremors of an orgasm ran over my spine.
Hold it back.

I couldn't. Not like this. Not when every strike of the flogger meant a knot against my clit, and certainly not when Jake turned the vibrating egg up as far as it could go.

My Kegels were weakening. My focus was gone. And as I pulled at my restraints for support, I cried out.

"Please, Master," I begged. Sobbed.

"More?" Jake asked playfully.

No. No more.
"I couldn't possibly—"

"Kira?"

"Master, please...I can't..."

He hit the flogger against my shoulder again. "Can't...or won't?"

I ground my teeth. Set my jaw.
Hold. It. Back.
"I can't!"

Jake hugged his arms around me, and slowly, he removed the egg. "Good girl." He let the egg fall to the floor. Moved the rope to one side and slipped a pair of fingers deep into my pussy. "You were a very good girl." He hooked his fingers and beckoned my G-spot. "Very good."

I let my head rest back against his chest as he pushed me higher and higher. I rocked my hips, grinding against the knot as I drew his fingers in even deeper.

"Would my pet like to finish?" Jake asked, kissing behind my ear.

Yes, yes. Please, God, yes.
"Yes, Master"

"Here in front of all these people?"

I don't care who the hell is watching...just so long as—

"Kira?"

"Yes, Master."

"Then come for me, Kira. Come so everyone in this room can hear you and see what a good pet you are."

He pressed against my G-spot, so hard it
almost
hurt. Then, very gently, he released the pressure. When he did, so did I.

"Oh. My. God."

I gasped. Twitched. My pussy clamped around his fingers and as it did, he pushed me even higher.

"That's a good girl." He kissed my forehead and smoothed back my sweat dampened hair. "Very good girl."

W
hen I returned to orbit and was somewhat coherent, Jake had moved me into what I assumed was one of the private play rooms
.
I lay on the sofa with my head in his lap. He stroked my hair, his eyes and thoughts elsewhere.

I stirred and reached for his hand. "Where are we?"

He smiled, though it was more worn than I expected. "Still at
The Limelight.
How do you feel?" He drew a blanket up over me so I'd stay warm.

I shivered when I realized the blanket was the only thing covering my body. "What happened to the rope?"

"I had to cut you out of it." He laughed. "That was either a strong orgasm or you just had your first trip into subspace."

"You aren't sure?"

"It was short-lived, but that could also be because Devlin and I made sure to bring you back down as soon as possible. How do you feel?"

"Cold. Thirsty."

He nodded. "That's to be expected after a scene like that."

"What about Marisa and Devlin?"

"They opened up a few of the play stations for those who wanted to stay. I think folks liked you."

"Byplay?"

"No, never on a night like tonight—not during the demo. Though I'm sure it may have crossed some of their minds." He sighed. "You have no idea how badly I wanted to take you up there."

"Why didn't you?"

He grinned. "Not that kind of demo. They didn't pay to see..." He shook his head. "Never mind. But if it had been
that
kind of demo..." He released a hiss of air. "No question about it."