Page 21 of Daddy's Rule

Chapter Nine

Nyla

My body hummed as Bas took my hand and led me out onto the club floor, past the spanking bench that Theo and Erin had just used and to the St. Andrews cross. I could hear the excited hoots and hollers of our friends behind me, and for a moment I thought about chickening out. It had been so long since I’d played in a club, or even considered doing anything in front of an audience. My heart pounded in my chest, but when I looked up at Bas, his encouraging smile and saucy wink reminded me that I was among friends.

We reached the cross and he leaned in close to whisper in my ear. "You know the drill, babygirl. I need you to remove your dress."

My pussy spasmed and my bottom clenched as a shiver ran down my spine. I was thankful that I'd dressed for the occasion, wearing a brand-new black lace lingerie set complete with stockings and a garter belt beneath my clothes.

Locking my eyes with his to drown out the crowded club, I reached for the hem of my dress.

Bas caught my hands. "Here, let me."

It was a soft-spoken command rather than a suggestion, and the firm tone of his voice turned my insides to goo. By the time he got my dress off, my panties would be soaked if he kept this up.

Still, I moved my arms to my sides, lifting them over my head when the fabric reached my belly button, allowing him to remove the dress with ease. He folded it neatly and set it on a nearby chair.

"Turn around, babygirl." Even as he gave the command, his hands were on my waist, gently guiding me to turn and face the cross where he would soon tie me up.

My heart fluttered as I walked toward the giant piece of equipment, trying to remember the last time I had used one. It had been far too long. But Bas seemed to know exactly what I was thinking and feeling, taking charge in his own gentle, steadfast fashion.

I let him secure me to the familiar apparatus, binding my wrists and ankles until my body was spread into an x. Behind me, I could sense his movement. I turned my head in time to see him remove his button-down shirt, folding it nicely and setting it atop my discarded dress. His chest seemed to shine under the bright lights, and I took a moment to admire the view. Six pack abs and defined pecs. Biceps that were just muscular enough to be intimidating and sexy without being overbearing. Strong forearms I knew from experience packed a punch when wielding an implement.

He caught me watching him and smirked, leaning down to unzip the black leather bag he kept his implements in. My stomach turned somersaults as he rummaged in it, withdrawing first a crop, then a heavy leather flogger with thick braided falls. I thought he'd stop there, but he kept looking, finally coming up with a scrap of black fabric in a sealed plastic bag. As he opened the bag and held the object in his hands, I realized what it was: a tiny thong with a built-in rabbit-eared clit vibrator that would send me into orgasm in mere minutes when used at full strength. My breath hitched in my throat. Did I dare lose control like that in front of my friends? Was I ready to submit to that level of vulnerability? I'd always had a bit of an exhibitionist streak in college, but that had been so long ago.

Bas stepped up to me holding the panties, and pressed his body against mine. "Do you remember your safeword, princess?"

"Yes, Daddy." The words left my lips without a second thought, coming out in a breathless whimper. I was putty in this man's hands. Always had been. Always would be.

"Good girl. Daddy wasn't thinking when he bound your ankles. I forgot I bought this for us last week. I intended to use it during one of our TV nights, chilling at home, but I think it's perfect for the club. What do you think?"

I could only moan and spread my thighs, straining against the restraints.

Bas smiled. "Unless you open those pretty little lips and tell me otherwise, I'm taking that as consent, babygirl."

I nodded. I couldn't speak, but I didn't need to. When it came to a scene, Bas knew me better than I knew myself. He'd always been able to push my limits just enough without going past what I was comfortable with, without breaking me. I loved playing with him. I'd forgotten how much. Sure, by now we'd had sessions at home, many of them: some for punishment, some for play and even some therapeutic ones, but at the club it was different. In front of an audience there was a taboo aspect I hadn’t realized I'd missed.

Consent received, Bas knelt at my feet and quickly undid the straps around my ankles and the clips on my garter.

His hands were on my thighs, rolling my stockings down my legs and off my feet, then on my hips, removing my garter belt and panties. I pushed my legs together, enjoying the moment of freedom as I stepped into the barely there thong he was holding.

As he re-secured my ankles, I was still, resting my cheek against the cool metal cross and shuddering out a ragged breath as I braced myself for what was to come.

It wasn't fear or nervousness that coursed through my veins, rendering me helpless, but ecstasy and anticipation.

I closed my eyes and listened for the movement behind me as Bas stepped away and picked up an implement.

He'd start with the crop, I knew from experience, to warm my nerves and prepare my body for the thuddy sting of the flogger's falls.

There was nothing left to do but wait. The music of the club vibrated through the floor, pushing the vibrato up the metal arms of the cross, humming through my body. I leaned into the feeling and closed out the sounds of people and implements around me.

Thwap! The sharp sting of the crop slapped against the middle of my bottom, sending shockwaves up my core. As much as I could, I pushed out my hips, angling my ass toward him, begging for the next blow. It came instantly, with several more on its heels, no time to breathe between them. My skin tingled and warmed beneath his ministrations.

He paused and the panties buzzed to life, the rabbit ears teasing my clit. I wanted to press my thighs together and somehow contain the torture, but I was bound tightly in place.

"Oh god. Bas. Please," I begged, not even sure what I was begging for.

"Please what?" I could barely hear him over the noise of the club. “Please stop? Please, more?"

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