Page 28 of Twisted Bonds
“Uh…Bain…”
"My God. I want to be inside you so badly right now." He sounds desperate by the thick strain of his voice, but instead of taking me, he pulls his finger out and brushes my lips with them. "Taste yourself for me, pretty girl."
I do as I'm told, not because he's my Dom, but because I know that once he pulls his fingers free, he will then taste me for himself from my lips and tongue. It turns Bain on when he can taste my pussy on my own tongue. Taking my chin, he turns my head and captures my lips, stealing my essence for himself.
"We should go," I say as he pulls away.
"I agree. Otherwise, we will not be leaving this bedroom for the rest of the night." After pressing his lips to my bare shoulder, he puts my dress back in place. "Come, pretty girl. Let's go see what kind of fun can be had tonight." He takes my hand, making me giggle as he pulls me from the room.
The club is classy, and I can now see why he got me the dress he did. This is a sex club, and yet everything looks so tasteful. Bain walks us to the bar and holds a stool out for me.
"Master Huntley…back for more?" the bartender asks as he winks at Bain.
I arch my brow as I look at the man beside me and smirk, but he rolls his eyes at me. "It's nothing like that, pretty girl."
"Oh, so this is pretty girl? Nice to meet you. So happy to put a face to the person I heard all about last night." The bartender looks to Bain. "May I?" Bain nods, and then the bartender stretches his arm across the top of the bar. "I'm Marco, head bartender."
His accent is to die for and bringing his looks into the mix? They likely drop many panties. However, mine stay intact just fine as I take his offered hand and respond, "I'm Ryan, AKA Master Bain's pretty girl."
"What are you drinking, pretty girl?"
"I'll take any kind of Moscato, please."
"Only one for her tonight," Bain chimes in, and I don't let it bother me because I already know he likes me to be in my own head when it comes to this kind of play. "By the way, Marco. Would you care to explain to me how I got so intoxicated last night when it's only a two-drink limit?"
I would also like to know, so I turn to the charming man and watch as he smiles at Bain. "Well, Domina informed me that you would not be playing and were suffering from a bad case of blue balls, so she asked me to help you numb it."
Marco continues to grin and glances at me when I chuckle behind my hand. I gave Bain blue balls, and he told the truth when he said he didn't play. Now I feel awful.
"What are you laughing at, pretty girl? You're the reason why I got shit-faced; you heard him. I think that calls for an apology," Bain muses.
"You see, Sir, that's where you’re wrong. Had you not edged me for days, I wouldn't have used my safe word, and you would have been at the villa fucking your submissive all night instead of sitting here with a bad case of blue balls."
"Ouch, I think pretty girl has you there, Master Bain." Marco places my glass of wine down in front of me and then wipes down the countertop, grinning.
"You're not helping me, Marco." Bain gives the man a warning look. "You also didn't help all that much last night either. I still had blue balls, and you made me late in getting home by serving me more than I came here for."
The bartender raises his hand in defense. "Hey, I only poured it in the glass, not down your throat."
He does have a point, but I don't voice that tidbit. Although it is fun getting Bain riled up just a little. So, instead, I grin and give him a knowing look as I lift the glass of wine to my lips. I'm so preoccupied staring at him that I don't notice Domina enter the room until an excited female voice belonging to a pet sub runs up to my Dom.
"Did you come back tonight because you decided to play with Domina's kitty after all, Master Bain? You know how well I can please you. You won't be suffering when you leave here tonight…"
"Kitty! Mind your manners, or I will take you to the back and give you some lashings!" Domina chastises her submissive.
Perusing the submissive's body, I take note of the cat tail sticking out of her ass. She wears a black leather collar with a dangling heart that saysDomina'sPussy. The cat ears on her head top the whole costume off, but I still can't get over the tail hanging out of her ass.
"Pretty girl, it's so nice to see you out and about with your Master tonight…"
"It's Sir to my pretty girl…not Master." Bain steps in and corrects her, knowing I would do it myself even though it's a big no-no. Not that it stopped her from talking to me without getting Bain's permission first.
"Oh? I wasn't aware. My apologies, pretty girl." The Domme turns to Bain. "Are we ready?"
Domina's words have me perking up, and I look at Bain in curiosity, "Pretty girl," Bain starts. "Do you remember when I told you about my good friend that I wanted to bring you to see. They are the best in this industry for wielding a whip."
"Yes, Sir. I remember. We talked about how they would give me the best whipping I've ever had, and in turn, all I have to do is allow them to pleasure me while you watch." I remember the conversation well, and although I was uncomfortable at the time, I was turned on at the possibility of Bain watching his friend pleasure me.
"Well, are you ready?" He grins. "It's time."
