Then one of them started landing closer and closer to where she ached to be filled. He stayed in that spot for a time, letting her grow accustomed to the feeling and then he moved away, resuming his attention to her upper thighs.
She bit back a whine of frustration. If she could just bring her legs together for a bit of friction . . .
But no. He’d told her she wasn’t allowed to come. He’d also told her he was going to take her to the edge. With that in mind, it wasn’t a surprise when one of the tails landed on her clit.
Damn, that felt good.
She waited for it to fall again and bit back a moan when it did.
So good.
“What color, little one?” he asked.
“Green, Sir. So, so, so green.”
His chuckles were accompanied by others.
He brought the tails down over and over again and then it disappeared. The loss made her feel so empty and needy. But it wasn’t until the heavy thud suddenly struck her clit again that she realized just how needy. The feeling of release rushed up behind her and before she could control it, it pushed her over the edge with the next stroke of the flogger. Her body trembled as her climax overtook her.
The floggers stopped immediately and the entire club grew eerily quiet.
“Did you just come, slave?” Cole’s voice was colder than she’d ever heard.
“Yes, Sir.” Now her body trembled for a different reason.
“What did I tell you about coming?”
She wondered if she could even get the words out. “That I couldn’t without your permission.”
“Did I give permission?”
“No, Sir.”
He didn’t say anything. Her eyes were still closed and she decided she’d like to keep them like that forever. Or at least until his voice wasn’t so cold.
She heard him step forward, and one by one, he unbound her limbs.
“I didn’t bring a cane, so we’re going to improvise your punishment. Look at me.”
She slowly opened her eyes. He didn’t look pleased, but he was very much in control of himself.
“I’m going to have you move to the empty padded table to my left. I want you on your back. Knees spread. You want to come without permission? I’m going to have you come so many times, you’ll be begging to have the orgasms stop.”
Oh, fuck.
She’d never experienced forced orgasms, but she’d heard enough subs talk about them. She had a feeling that before the night was over, she was going to wish he’d brought his suit and cane. Someone really needed to invent a way to fast-forward through life’s unpleasant moments.
“Go,” he said.
She took a step forward and it wasn’t until she felt a blanket fall around her shoulders she remembered that in walking to the table, her back would be exposed. That he remembered, even when she’d disobeyed him, brought tears to her eyes.
He was a much better Master than she was a sub. Never before had she felt the enormity between them as she did in that moment.
She climbed onto the table, removing the blanket when she got on her back. With her feet flat on the table, her knees were spread, but her legs shook and she hated that. Damn it all to hell. This was supposed to be a fun night and she messed it up.
It wasn’t long before Cole was at her side. She’d never done a scene like the one he had in mind, but he was out of his freaking mind if he thought for a second she would be able to come once, much less multiple times. Best if she kept that thought to herself, she decided.
He placed a tube of lube and a vibrator next to her head. “Why are you on the table, slave?”
“I came without permission, Sir.”
“Yes, you did, and just to be clear, you are allowed to come whenever you wish whilst you’re on the table.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She’d made the mistake once before of not thanking him for allowing her release. It wasn’t going to reoccur tonight.
“Very good, little one.” Faint praise, but at the moment she’d take it.
He squirted some lube on his finger and applied it to her clit, and slipped more inside her. “Do I need to bind you to the table?”
Since she’d never done this, she nodded. “Please, Sir. I think you’d better.”
“Thank you for being honest.”
Minutes later, she was bound so tightly, she couldn’t move. She’d noticed while he tied her to the table that the crowd at the cross had remained to watch. Nathaniel, Abby, and Meagan were nearby, and she wasn’t sure, but she thought Fritz stood off to the side.
“I’m not going to blindfold you,” Cole said. “I want your eyes on me.”
She’d rather be blindfolded. Or at least able to close her eyes.
“I know this is hard. It’s supposed to be.” His voice matched the firm resolve in his eyes. “We’ll start slow.”
He turned the vibrator on and teased her with it, running it near her clit, but never touching it directly. Though he told her to watch him, his eyes weren’t always on her, but she kept her focus on him. If he looked her way, she wanted him to see she was following his instructions.
As he continued teasing her, she came to realize she had vastly underestimated him. He’d obviously been very astute when it came to how to turn her on. She didn’t think she’d be able to come at all while she was on the table, but Cole knew her body. And he used every bit of knowledge he had to get her hot and bothered.
Her body tensed as her climax approached.
“The first one’s easy,” he said. “So easy you can almost forget it’s a punishment.”
Just as he said, the first one came and went, bringing nothing but pleasure, though the pleasure was tinged with a bit of trepidation. Their first night together, she’d come three times with him. How many would he push her through now? Five? Six? He wouldn’t do more than that, would he?
“I reckon the second one isn’t that hard, either.” His eyes were intent as he repositioned the vibe closer to her clit. He slipped a finger inside her and stroked. “Of course, technically, this is three for you. So it might not be as easy.”
She relaxed her body as much as possible and focused on just feeling. If she didn’t fight the orgasms, maybe it wouldn’t be as bad. He looked her way and his face was unreadable as the familiar feeling of impending release grew.
“Give it to me,” he said, and she came with a soft cry and panting after.