Page 11 of The Ties We Break

I’m so transfixed on his head and the daydream that I miss him lowering his zipper. His arm movement catches my eye, and I look down to see him holding a very large cock in his fist. He begins to slowly stroke from the bottom of the shaft up to the tip, and after sliding his thumb over the top, he then drags his fist back down again. As he reaches the bottom, he quickly pumps his hand up and down a few times until glistening beads of pre-cum are evident on the tip. Repeating his earlier movement, his thumb grazes over the head, and I realise he’s spreading the fluid over his cock.

After a few fast pumps, his cock stands fully erect, jutting out from his body. Petal’s moans become more frantic, and I realise he’s inserted his fingers into her pussy and appears to be pumping them to match the speed he’s using on his cock. I sit transfixed by the way his fingers dart in and out of her sopping wet pussy. He does something when his fingers are all the way in that causes her to cry out with pleasure.

Before long, her panting and moaning turns into frantic cries of pleasure, and it sounds like she is climbing towards an orgasm. A blush spreads across my cheeks, and I suddenly feel like a massive fraud. What the fuck am I doing in a sex club when I don’t even know what an orgasm feels like?

Don’t get me wrong, I've played with myself a little, but I have never made noises like she is now. I have tried, but I’ve never orgasmed, and as I watch Petal building to the high I have read about so often, I’m desperate to know what it feels like. What is he doing to her that makes her lose control of her body in this way?

“Please…please, Master! Please, can I come?” she shouts in between cries of passion.

At first, it looks like he hasn’t heard her, despite how loud she shouts, but the evil grin that spreads across his face makes it clear he must be ignoring her. He continues to piston his fingers in and out of her pussy whilst slowly fisting his cock. Then, he leans forward and gently licks her clit between his finger thrusts. Petal’s cries of pleasure echo around the room as her begging becomes more frenzied.

“Please, Master. I can’t hold on. Please. I need to come. Please, Sir. Please, can I come?” Her voice is high-pitched and desperate, almost like wailing, as she begs him for that release. I had no idea you could hold off or stop yourself from orgasming, but that is what he appears to be making her do, even if it doesn’t look like she can hold off much longer.

He must realise this as he pulls his tongue away from her clit, but doesn’t slow his fingers. In a deep voice that almost sounds like a growl, he grants her permission to come. She moans and writhes as she falls apart on his fingers, almost like on cue. The minute he said to come, she did. Can people really come when it’s demanded of them? But as she falls apart, he doesn’t let up, thrusting into her harder, almost like he wants to push her orgasm as far as he can.

Before long, her screams die down, and she flops against the table, her grip relaxing. It’s clear the table is the only thing keeping her upright as her legs look to be quivering like jelly. He gently pulls his fingers out, and Petal’s responding moan almost appears sad, like she feels empty without him. Something I can’t even begin to imagine. But she doesn't have to worry for long because he gives her little more than a few seconds before he shocks her by slamming his cock into her pussy.

I was so caught up in the moment I didn’t even realise he had stood up, let alone see him line up to enter her. He must know she can take all of him because he doesn’t go slow. He’s balls deep in just one thrust. Her cries are music to his ears, as I can see the hint of a slight smile when his face is angled to the side. Otherwise, I can barely see what is happening, and the people sitting at the table next to us will be able to see nothing but his back. I can only see a little from the side due to the angle of the table they’re fucking on in relation to where I am.

As though he can read my mind, he picks Petal up like she weighs no more than a feather, and with his dick still buried inside her, he moves her around the table. Now their backs are towards the door, and we have full access to their faces. Once he has her in position again, with her legs wide apart and her back arched, he reaches up and unties the band he put in her hair earlier. He then wraps his hand around her hair, holding onto it like it’s a rein he can use to control her. The more he pulls on her hair, the more she has to arch her back.

Once he has her in the correct position, he begins thrusting in and out again, starting slow before gradually getting faster. Petal looks exhausted, yet every time his cock hits deep inside, she moans and wails.

“Thank you, Master. Thank you for fucking my tight, little pussy,” she cries, and he smiles wickedly before slapping his hand down on her still red ass cheek.

“Where am I fucking you, Petal?” he asks as she whimpers in pain.

He doesn’t slow down his strokes, and Petal struggles to find the words he is looking for. “In…my…pussy. Fuck, cunt,” she mumbles. Then, with one hand firmly grasping her hip, and the other pulling hard on her hair, he slams into her and halts all movement. Petal pants, trying to catch her breath and compose her thoughts, which appear to have gone to mush.

“Don’t make me punish you again, Petal. Tell me where I’m fucking you, and if you get it right, I will let you come again.” His words are strained and sound gravelly. It's clear he’s struggling to remain in control of the situation. The sweat across his brow, the drops trailing down his pecs and over his abs literally make me drool, but they also show he’s affected by this.

After taking a big, deep breath, which she quickly releases, Petal answers with a confident smile on her face. “You are fucking me in your cunt, Master. Your tight little cunt is swallowing your big hard cock, and it feels so good. All my holes belong to you, Sir. Please, will you continue to fuck me in your cunt, and let me come?”

The responding smile on his face makes it clear she just said exactly what he wanted to hear, maybe even more. He wastes no time and begins thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy. Her moans fill the room, and it doesn’t take long for him to start grunting. Fuck, when he groans, it’s as though her pussy is causing him physical pain from how tight she is. I can’t help but squirm in my seat. I can feel my panties getting wet, and it takes all my effort not to try and discreetly rub myself—anything to try and release this ache I have.

I watch as he takes his hand off her hip and reaches down towards the front of her body. Her responding moans tell me that his fingers went straight to playing with her clit. It’s the final stimulation she needs, and it’s not long before she’s begging for his permission to come. He grants it and holds still as she falls apart on his cock. Her body shudders, and she pants in between her cries.

As soon as her orgasm is over, she flops onto the table again like before, and he lets go of her hair. His hands return to her hips as he begins to thrust into her. It’s clear that this is for him. Now he is chasing his relief, and as Petal slowly regains some strength, she meets his thrusts, her ass slapping against his pelvis. It doesn’t take long for his thrusts to become uncoordinated and frantic. His face is contorted with a mixture of pleasure and pain. It’s clear he’s about to come, but he shocks me by pulling out of her pussy completely.

Straight away, he picks up Petal’s limp body and places her on the ground. She drags herself into the kneeling position she was in when I first entered the room. Only this time, she’s facing us. Her head bowed, her chest sticking out, and her arms clasped behind her back. He stands to the side of her as he continues to slowly stroke his glistening cock.

“Since you have been a good girl, would you like my cum?” he asks, and I can’t deny the breathy tone of his voice has me turned on. This gorgeous, dominant man is panting all because of her and how her body feels. He may be the dominant in the room, but she is the one with all the power.

Without even a moment's thought, Petal responds, “Yes, Master. I would love to taste your cum.”

As soon as she finishes answering, she raises her head, although she continues to look forward at us rather than at him, and sticks out her tongue. She doesn't have to wait long. A few pumps of his dick and his groans turn more desperate. With a final fist and a grunt, a spray of cum leaves his cock, hitting her across her mouth and her tongue. She wastes no time licking around her lips to get every drop that missed her tongue, but he hasn’t finished yet. With no open mouth to aim for, he simply sprays rope after rope of cum straight onto her face. It goes in her hair, drips from her chin onto her tits, and coats her face. Fuck, I never knew a man could come that much. It seemed to go on forever.

Petal raises her hand to her face, presumably to remove the cum plastered all over her, but he catches her hand. “No! You will wear my cum on your body with pride, Petal.”

“Yes, Master, it would be my honour,” she replies instantly, and his resulting smile is blinding. As he looks at her with admiration, I think I can see genuine affection towards her for the first time.

“Have you enjoyed yourself, Petal?” he asks as she wastes no time telling him how much fun she has had. “Good. I’ll close the curtains, and we can spend some time together. If you feel up to it later, we can go to the hall and greet our audience. Does that sound okay, Petal?” His authoritative voice appears to have gone slightly, and now he’s talking to her lovingly, like he wants to take care of her. One minute he’s telling her what to do, and now he is asking her. From what Sian said, I know they will have had all the limits and punishments laid out from the start, but I can only go on what I can see, and it’s giving me fucking whiplash.

The curtains begin to close, and the main room light comes on. My eyes struggle to adjust to the blinding light. I hear the door open, and for some reason, I find myself looking over. Call it curiosity. I see the man from the bar quietly exiting through the small gap he has created by opening the door. Instinctively, my breath hitches at his mere sight, and I can’t explain it. Why would seeing him here do that to me? I think it’s the idea of him watching and enjoying that scene as much as I did. Is he as turned on as I am?

Just as that thought crosses my mind, it’s like he heard me because he turns slightly and looks straight at me. His face is a blank mask, but his eyes blaze dark. Holding my gaze, it’s obvious he’s affected by what we just watched. The whole room disappears as we remain locked in each other's gaze for what feels like hours, but really it’s only seconds. I risk a small smile, not entirely sure why, but it seems the right thing to do. Fuck, I have no idea how to even be around a hot guy, let alone attempt to flirt with one. Obviously, I do it wrong because his face wrinkles slightly into an emotion I can't quite read before his moody exterior reappears, and he flies out of the door without even a glance in my direction. Well, at least it’s confirmed; I definitely don’t know how to flirt.

Sian touches my arm gently, pulling me out of my depressive thoughts. “So, usually the couple spends some alone time together after the scene. It’s called aftercare and basically means the Dom makes sure the sub is okay after the scene. There's much more to it than that, and aftercare will differ for each couple. I’m just explaining it in its simplest form right now. Once the couple feels ready, they will come into the main hall, and observers get the chance to speak to them. I’ve seen them scene before, and they are super nice to talk to. You can tell they are together in real life just by their chemistry. If you want to meet them, we can definitely do that,” Sian says, but I became caught up in her earlier comment.

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