Page 78 of The Club

I can’t at first. I’m too confused. I’m too upset. I just hang onto the couch, shaking.

Dominic simply waits for me to comply and, eventually, I do.

He follows me across the room, so I still don’t see him, not until I turn to put my back to the cross, straddling the machine-powered dildo. I suck in a breath at the fury burning in his dark eyes. His sensual lips are compressed. His jaw is clenched so hard that a muscle feathers in his cheek.

“Spread,” is the only order I get.

I’m off balance. Subdued. I do what he says more easily this time.

Dominic crouches to bind my ankles to the cross, keeping my legs pulled apart. The restraints can be triggered with the remote or worked manually. He stands and reaches up to restrain my wrists high and apart on the cross.

This is where I usually self-fuck. The machine’s remote control is in a bracket by my right hand. Dominic takes it away and slides it into his pocket.

He’s still fully dressed in his slacks, white dress shirt, and torso-skimming vest. The sophisticated air of his clothes makes a sharp contrast to the hard ridge of his cock. Beneath his cultured exterior, he’s primal and rough and so fucking sexual.

I lost most of my erection during the whipping, more from the confusion than the pain. I didn’t understand his point. I still don’t. But the sight of his arousal has my cock thickening again.

Dominic unbuttons and rolls up his sleeves, but that’s as far as he goes to undress. I know what this is. It’s a torture scene. I’m bare and captive, vulnerable. He’s removed. In control.

He pumps some lube from the bottle on a nearby table. He approaches with it cupped in his hand. I start breathing harder as crouches before the machine waiting between my legs. He lubes the dildo.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathe as his fingers move to my hole. They spear into me, but it’s brisk, almost clinical. He’s getting me ready, nothing more.

He draws back and snags a folded cloth from the table, wiping the excess lube from his hands. Then he takes the remote from his pocket. He studies it for a minute, making me quiver with anticipation.

He hits a button, and the machine whirs. It’s so damn slow that I’m panting by the time the dildo nudges my hole, forcing me open.

“Oh my god,” I gasp as it slowly penetrates me.

I know exactly the length and girth of this dildo. I’ve had it in me so many times. But I have never, ever not been in control of it.

“Fuck!” I shout as it starts fucking me. It pistons in and out. It’s angled to hit my prostate, making my semi-hard cock stiffen until it’s fully erect.

Dominic stands back, watching. His dick is rock hard in his pants, but he doesn’t touch it. He just watches me writhe on the cross, pulling at the restraints as the dildo fucks me. My balls ache. My cock throbs. I’m leaking so much that I can feel it running down my cock and dripping to the floor.

The pace increases. The dildo fucks me harder. For some reason, I start sobbing. I know I’m going to come, but it doesn’t feel right. I don’t like it.

The thrusting stops. The dildo remains lodged in my ass, but it’s not moving anymore. The machine is silent. The only sounds come from me.

Dominic approaches slowly. He keeps the remote in one hand. His other cups my jaw. He leans close. I’m so fucking desperate for contact that I immediately press my face against his. He holds me there.

“What do you need?” he whispers.

“You.”

“What do you choose?”

“You.Please. I don’t want this, I want you.”

He pulls back so I can look in his eyes. His anger is gone. His eyes are searching mine. He’s looking to see whether I understand.

I do. Finally, I do. He sees it in my eyes. He doesn’t make me explain. I can’t. Not right now.

He draws back, leaving me as I am while he undresses. I shudder as he bares his body a piece at a time, tormenting mewith the sight while the dildo holds me open. I want it out. I want him instead.

When he’s fully undressed, his cock jutting out hard and ready to take the dildo’s place, he hits a button on the remote. I cry out as the dildo slides free.

Dominic puts the remote aside. He gets more lube and slicks his cock. I love watching him touch himself, how his hand glides along the stiff, thick shaft to the flared tip.

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