Page 18 of Stuck with You

She nodded. “I know, but when two people are attracted to each other, it can be.” She looked up to meet my eyes, her gaze earnest. “And you are attracted to me too, right? The way I am to you? I’m not just imagining it?”

“No, you’re not imagining it.” My voice sounded like I’d swallowed gravel.

Aubrey gave me a radiant smile that made my breath catch. In that moment, I knew I was totally fucked.

“Then maybe we can try something different tonight?” she asked tentatively. “Maybe tonight both of us can get off. Or just you. You can teach me what to do. And if things work out, maybe we can try seeing each other outside of the club. Hang out. Maybe go on a date?”

My heart pounded in excitement as images of farmer’s markets and cooking dinner and snuggling in bed on a rainy Sunday played in my head like the most romantic movie ever. I took a slow breath to calm myself.

Clearly Aubrey was feeling the same strong emotions as I was. But could I trust myself – and her – to take things to the next level? I wasn’t sure. But I was having a hard time remembering why it was a bad idea to get involved with her.

I made my decision, but I’d make her work for it.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” I said, affecting a stern tone. “Let’s see if you can do more with that mouth than talk, then we’ll go from there.”

Aubrey

“Get undressed.”

Taylor’s voice always got a little deeper and colder when she was in her domme mode, as I thought of her Club Surrender persona. I pulled my dress over my head, draping it across a nearby table before reaching for the waistband of my lacy white underwear.

“Oh no, keep those on,” Taylor said. “Turn around.”

I watched her over my shoulder as she took in the fact that I was wearing a thong. A thong that did great things for my ass, if I did say so myself. One thing I’d inherited from my mother was a slim but curvy figure. Taylor’s eyes widened just enough to tell me that she appreciated the view.

“In the corner,” she ordered, pointing to where a metal contraption was bolted into both the floor and the wall. It almost looked like a stripper pole, except there were adjustable spreader bars on the top and the bottom, as well as hooks and restraints arranged at intervals. We’d never used it before, but I’d seen people restrained on these poles in the public parts of the club.

I sashayed over to the corner, which earned me a sharp smack on the ass, and then Taylor lifted my hands over my head and restrained my hands with Velcro handcuffs.

“If your hands or arms feel numb or you feel any pinching or pulling in your shoulder or spine you call red immediately,” she ordered. “Don’t mess around or try to gut it out. Not everyone’s body likes this position.”

“Yes ma’am.”

She leaned in close enough that her breath tickled my ear. “I’m going to give you the pain you crave, Princess, but not in your shoulders.”

My pussy spasmed.

Taylor walked away and then returned with a flogger similar to the one she’d used on me the first night we did a scene together, although this one was larger with longer strips of leather. Starting at my shoulders, she very slowly teased the strands across my back, down over the curve of my ass, and all the way to my ankles before retracing her path.

I shivered with anticipation. She moved slowly back to my shoulders then pulled away when she reached the curve of my lower back.

Thwack!

I cried out as the flogger slapped against my right ass cheek. There was a sharp sting, then a flush of warmth.

Thwack!

And then she hit my left cheek.

Taylor began a steady rhythm, not pausing until my entire ass was red and burning with heat. It hurt, but it was the good kind of pain. I’d learned the difference during my time visiting Club Surrender. I held onto my restraints with my fingers, pressing my torso against the bar and letting myself relax into the meditative spanking.

When she was finished my skin was burning, my clit was throbbing, and my nipples were so hard they felt painful. Taylor dropped the flogger and crowded up against me, pressing her front to my back. Her hands slid around my body to cup my breasts, kneading and squeezing them until I was pushing my ass back against her hips, desperate for more pressure.

“Do you want to come?” Taylor whispered in my ear.

“Yes, Mistress.”

She bit the shell of my ear – hard enough to make me gasp.

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