Chapter 33

THIRTY-THREE

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Finally it’s our turn on the stage. I stand still, my heart pounding as Domhnall ever so gently tugs my coat off my shoulders from behind, revealing my nakedness. And my tail.

“We’re going to crawl towards the spanking bench, little kitty,” he says as we step onto the small, raised stage right in the heart of the club. “Down on your hands and knees now.”

This began on a stage with all eyes on me. It’s only right we’re back here. My heart thumps in my chest at the oddly full circle moment.

I bend down. I suppose I’m not entirely naked. I’m wearing flesh covered gloves, slim little knee-pads—Domhnall thinks of everything—and of course, my tail. As I drop to my hands and knees, I arch my back and wiggle my ass, so my tail flicks back and forth. It’s a fun sensation, and I think I hear appreciative whispers from the crowd. I can’t believe I’m up here on stage, after watching other couples’ scenes play out for the last hour.

“That’s a good kitty,” Domhnall croons. By his confidence now, you’d never know he was in a dark and brooding mood all day. It’s only since we stepped in the club that he’s seemed to snap out of it. But I’m also wondering now if the Sir persona hides what inner Donny is really feeling. Maybe I’m not the only one who’s a little shattered inside.

So I didn’t just want to come to the club to see my friends. I hoped coming here might ground him and help him find his center again. I know he’s hurting. I think tonight could help both of us. And I’m desperate to feel the deep connection between us again.

He leans down and attaches a leash to my collar. The nervousness I’ve felt all night dissipates at the slight tug as he takes command. All my muscles relax, and when I give another cat stretch, I feel even looser.

Domhnall walks beside me as I crawl forwards, so gorgeous he looks edible in his black shirt, dark blue jeans, and black leather boots.

“Stop here,” he says. “And lift your eyes.”

When I do, I get the pleasure of locking eyes with him as he reaches for the hem of his shirt and drags it off over his head. His abs are ridiculous, as always, and with his dark tattoos on reveal, he’s a stunning specimen of man.

Suddenly I’m flooded with emotions. It’s the first burst of the coming adrenaline, yes, and being insanely turned on by seeing Domhnall’s physique, but it’s more than that, too. I’m not entirely flush with the heat I know he’ll bring soon. This emotion is just from the connection that crackles between us before he’s even dropped me down in the space he takes me as my dominant.

It’s because he’s Domhnall. My soul’s other puzzle piece. I click into place when I’m with him. The world feels right .

This, finally, is a good game. We both win when we play well.

I grab his hand even though I know the scene has begun. It still hasn’t started started.

“Domhn,” I whisper barely above a breath so just he can hear, “I want to make love to you. Tonight. Right now. I want you to know before we get into the scene, so you know I mean it.”

I squeeze his hand, and his eyes catch mine again in that damn eternal gaze that scoops out my stomach and turns my knees to jelly.

He crouches down again, intense eyes burning through to my soul. I see his question in his eyes.

I nod. “I’m sure.” I cling to his leg as the crackling electricity between us builds all but to the breaking point. “ Please .” This begging is all on my own terms and we both feel the impact of it.

Domhnall’s nostrils flare and his eyes go dark. “Move around to the other side of the bench.”

When I don’t move quickly enough, he grasps my tail right at the base and leads me around the spanking bench. Then, guiding me by his hands on my waist, he helps me to my feet. He directs me like I’m just a doll in his hands, lifting me up onto the two-level spanking bench—knees on the bottom black padding, forearms on the top.

It exposes my tail-plugged ass and pussy to the watching crowd.

Almost immediately, Domhnall’s whispering in my ear. “You’re so gorgeous. So fucking perfect. Are you already getting slick for me, love? I’ll give you what you ask for, but only after I make you work for it.”

“Wider,” he demands after he pulls back, loud enough for the crowd to hear. He prods the inside of my knees with some sort of stick so that I widen my stance on the bench. I shift so that I’m spread wider, but I’m too busy thinking about what Domhnall just used to nudge my legs to think about what the crowd might be seeing. Holy shit, was that a cane?

“Breathe in,” he says, and dutifully, I take a breath in.

“Now breathe out.”

Right as I start to expel the breath from my lungs, the thin stinging cane lights a line of fire across my ass.

“Fuck!” I can’t help my choked shout. Jesus Christ, that was the ten on the pain scale!

“Count,” he demands, “and ask for another.”

“One,” I gasp. “May I please have another, Sir?”

“That’s my good kitty.”

Before I’m ready, more fire sears my ass. Tears immediately spring to my eyes. I hear murmurs among the crowd, and I want to make Domhnall proud in spite of the pain I can barely breathe through.

“Two,” I whisper, out of breath, barely managing to eke out, “May I have another, Sir?”

“Breathe,” he reminds me, and I suck in a huge breath of air.

I feel a slight tug on the plug inside me as he lifts my tail, exposing the lower half of my ass. He lands another searing smack.

All the air bursts out of me in a screech. I want to cover my ass with my hands, but instead, I clutch the bench pad.

He leans in, his next words only for me. “You’re such a good, good girl, aren’t you? My good, precious girl. My marks are so fucking beautiful on you.”

Tears streak down my face as my veins start to light up. My ass glows with heat as Domhnall skims his fingertips over the flesh he just marked.

“I’m so fucking hard right now. Everyone’s staring. For once I won’t blindfold you, curious kitty.”

I take full advantage of his permission to look. I turn my head over my shoulder and stare down his chiseled abs to the taut V as he kicks his boots off. He shoves his jeans down and shucks them off, too, exposing his heavy, gorgeously engorged cock. Holy shit. I’ve felt it before, but this is the first time I’m seeing it.

“I want it inside me,” I say immediately, still staring. He’s said I’m his several times and there was that time by the pool with the cucumber… but I finally want him to claim my body with his.

He chuckles and bends low, chest to my back, so low that his cock swings between my legs. I feel it knock against my sex and am immediately wet. What I don’t expect is for the pain of my fresh marks bumping against Domhnall’s groin to mix with how turned on I’m getting.

Domhnall and I are naked, and his dick is between my legs.

In public, for all these people to see. Holy shit.

He didn’t blindfold me. He wanted me to see his cock. He wanted me to be able to see everyone watching us. He knew it would turn me on.

We’re different sides of the same coin, I swear. It makes me clench even as I see several people pleasuring themselves lazily while they watch on. One woman has a pet of her own tightly leashed, one leg up on a stool as her pet in a doggy mask nuzzles at her sex with his tongue.

I’m yanked back into my own scene when Domhnall spanks me. He’s being careful not to make contact with any of the spots he hit with the cane. I finally got an eye on number ten, and it’s a wicked little thin piece of wood currently cast to the floor.

“Bend over, let’s see that cunt,” Domhnall says, louder. His hand on my back guides me to flatten out on the bench so my ass is fully extended to the crowd.

“Swish that lil’ tail. You’re me slutty feckin’ kitty, arn’t ya? O-aah, ya can’t wait for me to stuff ya full of me cock. We all see yur creamin’ fur me. It’s drippin’ down yur leg, ain’t it? I said… wider .”

He spanks me again, making my entire sex jiggle. Between that and the filthy demands coming out in his deep, throaty brogue, I’m panting and clenching and whining on the bench. He’s right. I am dripping down my leg, he’s got me so turned on.

I love every side of this twisted fucking man. I love that he can be vulnerable enough to shake and fight his demons while bent, arms around me and head burrowed against my stomach. And I love the filthy Irish lad here calling out the raunchiest demands for everyone to hear. Every shadowed, lonely bit inside me feels lit up as I see him and feel so fully seen in return.

“Fuck,” he calls out, as if it’s a confession, “if ya only knew how many nights I’ve dreamed of rammin’ ya full. Of wreckin’ ya. Of destroyin’ ya. ”

He leans in, his voice a ragged, rumbling growl in my ear. “Of absolutely ruinin’ you.”

Fuck. Oh god. Yes . “Ruin me,” I gasp back.

I think for sure that then, surely then, I’ll feel the weight of his back as he finally mounts me, but?—

Instead his wicked fingers drop between my legs to dance across my clit. My breath catches. Please , I beg silently. Oh please don’t tease me more. I need it. I need you inside me .

But Domhnall’s sadism is an itch that will be scratched.

His fingertips are a whisper across my flesh until I’m panting.

“What a pretty kitty, glistening like that for your owner.”

I think I squirt a little when he says he owns me. It’s so fucked up. But god yes. I want him to own me. I want to belong to him. For ever and ever. He’ll wrap me up in his bed each night and tuck me against him, and I’ll always be safe.

His hands move away from my clit, and I try not to whine. He’s still touching me, now massaging down the backs of my thighs.

“My kitty’s good breeding stock,” he says loudly, in a way that I know is for the crowd’s benefit. “She’s like a pony that way. Such a pretty ass and withers. Such a shiny tail.” He tugs on the tail connected to the plug in my ass and I clench on it. “Makes me want to ride. Would kitty like a ride?”

“Yes,” I say, remembering to breathe. I draw in a lungful of air .

He spanks me, not sparing the cane marks this time. I yelp even as he asks, louder, “I said, would kitty like a ride?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“That’s a good girl,” he says, hand moving back to strum my clit with the barest pressure as he bends over me from behind, his heavy horse cock again swinging between my legs and finding its mark.

I’m so wet that when he shifts his hips, the top of his cock slides easily through my outer vaginal lips, in maybe an inch. We both pause in surprise for a moment, neither of us expecting him to go that far. I immediately clench all my muscles around him, as if I can draw him in deeper with my inner muscles alone.

“Feck,” he whispers harshly in my ear. “Mads— Brooke . Fuck. I can’t believe I’m finally inside ya. You’re the woman of me dreams. Ya always were. Ya feel like fuckin’ heaven. I don’t deserve ya.”

I’m sure he’s going to push inside then and complete us like the puzzle pieces we were always meant to be.

“Yes,” I moan, so ready. “ Domhn .”

But instead he drags himself out with a low, guttural grunt. Noooo . I want to cry out in despair at him denying us both like this.

“That’s Sir to you,” he says raggedly. “And don’t you dare come until I give you permission.”

Then his cock is replaced by his mouth .

Oh fuck, this isn’t fair. My hips spasm needily against his face. It’s his favorite form of torture. His stubble scrapes against my thighs as his head thrashes back and forth while he tongues my pussy.

I whimper as I fight the rising orgasm. He’s not teasing. He devours me like he’s a starving man. He latches on with his mouth and eats me out until I’m clenching everything so hard, I’m about to die.

“Please, Sir, may I come?” I moan.

His sweet tongue pulls away.

“No,” he says sharply.

I let out the breath I didn’t mean to hold. But he’s already got me at the edge, the pleasure he’s lit only barely dipping at the loss of contact. It’s so close. I can feel it. I’ll finally have him. He’ll finally be mine.

His hands squeeze my waist right at my hips and then his cock comes back, teasing my drenched pussy lips again. When he thrusts in, he goes in the same depth as before, a little deeper maybe. Torturing us both.

I’m sure he’s going to keep this up for the next hour, dangling me on the edge of the orgasm that’s already ready to flood over me like a tidal wave and then yanking back at the very last moment.

But then he groans in my ear, “I’m gonna die if I don’t have ya this second, love.”

Before I can quite get a grasp on what’s happening, he reaches over and tugs my hands away from where I’m gripping the bench. Then he’s spinning me and pulling me into his arms, chest to chest for what feels like the first time.

I throw my arms around him and kiss him recklessly. His mouth is just as hungry. I taste myself on his lips and it only makes me crazier for him.

He kisses me like I’m his air. He can’t get enough and neither can I.

He hefts me up, his strong, muscled arms locked under my thighs as he carries me to the nearest hard surface—a thick floor-to-ceiling smooth wooden beam at one of the four corners of the stage—and presses my back up against it.

I feel him there again, his cock stiff against my slick. I nod. “Yes. God, please fuck me, Sir.”

He’s still tentative as he pushes in. My head falls back against the beam at the feel of him finally, slowly filling me where I’ve been so empty. There’s no pain at all, where I expect it. Only pleasure. Pressure and delicious stretching where I’ve been so desperate for pressure.

He’s a perfect fit. It’s only when he reaches the end of my channel that my eyes fly open, back down to find he’s just been staring at me the whole time.

I clasp his jaw in my hands. His cock pushes in the last bit and it’s as if just there , the very tip of him rings some bell.

My back arches and I begin to spasm with the start of a body-shaking orgasm. “More,” I manage to gasp before the pleasure starts to blind me.

For once, Domhnall is the one good at obeying. He pulls out and then pushes slowly back in, hitting the same spot so deep inside me. I clench around him, and everything grows more intense. It’s an impossible fit between him and the sizeable plug he worked in my ass earlier. He’s inside me. The puzzle pieces finally fit together in one flesh.

But what amps up the pleasure to even wilder heights is watching Domhnall’s face as he looks down at me. The mixture of agony and pleasure stretching his gorgeous features makes me clench on his thick cock even harder. Which has him rocking forwards in a satisfying, hard thrust right after he’s pulled out.

“Fuck,” he spits, “did I hurt you?”

“Harder,” I squeak through the spasming pleasure. “I need it harder.”

His eyes widen but his hips jerk backward and forwards, some part of him clearly getting the message.

“Fuck!” he shouts, dropping his face into my neck. “Brooke. You’re so fecking tight. So perfect, love, I can’t?—”

He’s really thrusting now, and the power of him, the weight of him as his cock finally rams into me deep the way I’ve needed it all along—it consumes me. His arm wrapped around me protects me from banging into the wood behind me, caring for me even while he pleasures me and takes his own pleasure simultaneously?—

“Domhn!” I scream, locking my ankles around his waist and riding him back as he yanks me off the wall and fucks me in the air. He lifts me up and drops me back down on his long cock by my waist, again and again.

I’m coming so fucking hard, and it doesn’t stop, the first orgasm riding directly into a second, and then a third as Domhnall keeps fucking me. The entire club around us has gone silent.

“Oh fuck, Domhnall, yes.” I clutch his neck with one arm and dig my nails into his scalp with the other. “Oh god, harder, please.”

“I’ll give ya harder, and more. Oh fuck, I’ll give ya everything. The whole fecking world, love. I’ll give ya the whole fecking world.”

Somehow while he’s holding my weight in the air and screwing my brains out, he manages to shift his hand so he can grab my ass, pinching one of his marks. The pain mingles with the pleasure, and I squeeze down so hard on his cock as ecstasy bursts out the top of my skull like an explosion.

I feel Domhnall pumping and then he stills, whole body shuddering. A pleasured groan sounds from low in his chest. My joy at feeling him fill me and drip down my thighs bursts as bright as the orgasm still shaking my limbs.

“I love you,” I breathe into his ear as I clutch his neck, compulsively squeezing around his cock again and again, milking even more cum out of him.

He gasps and his hands squeeze my waist. His flinty blue eyes shoot to me. “Do ya mean it?” I see the young man from the pictures on his face, vulnerable and completely stripped. “Love, do you mean it?”

Love . It’s just the pet name he calls me, and I don’t know if he’ll ever really be able to say it back to me. But I can’t hold it in my heart anymore without it bursting out of my lips. “I love you, Domhn. I think I’ve loved you for a very, very long time.”

He kisses me, then, and I feel joy and boyish exuberance in his kiss.

As if I’ve healed him in this moment.

Like I’ve finally brought peace to the troubled man by giving him everything he ever secretly wanted but could never admit to himself because of all the complicated pain wrapped up in us.

I feel that peace, too, and I’m happy . So, so happy.

I slump my head on his shoulder and open my eyes lazily.

“I love you, too,” he whispers back.

But the utterance of it rings like a nonsensical, dissonant echo in my head.

Because my veins have frozen solid as ice.

With me faced the way I am, I can see over Domhnall’s shoulder to the back corner of the club.

Moira’s there, pushing open the back door.

And in that instance, several shattering things happen in the space of a single moment.

Domhnall’s ringing confession of love .

Moira leaping into the arms of an older man standing in the light outside the back door.

It’s Gus, the handyman from the shelter.

Her secret .

Gus makes eye contact with me as his arms wrap around Moira in return.

Then, while her face is buried in his chest, he lifts one hand from her waist, palm flat, and makes the motion of wiping down his face.

As if unmasking himself.

It’s a mentalist’s trick. A signal to snap a person out of hypnosis. I don’t know how I know, but I do.

I recognize it in the same moment I’m spiked with the painful rush of a headache. And right before the door closes on Gus and Moira, I recognize who Gus really is. He was never just the shelter’s handyman who I occasionally played chess with.

All along, hiding in plain sight, it’s actually been?—

My father.

Oh god. I was never going to be able to find wholeness in Domhnall, was I? I’m too fractured deep down inside. I swim with nausea as I’m forced to retreat, past flooding present. I flail in my mind, but it’s too late.

She’s too strong. The ghost I was foolishly reaching so hard for is suddenly here, wrenching control away from me. If I ever even had it.

“Red,” the me that’s her says mechanically into Domhn’s ear. My mouth forms the words, but it’s the ghost who’s speaking. She’s back. She’s here and she’s me.

And she’s fully in control now.

Domhnall yanks back from me, eyes pained and confused. But his hands readily release me when I climb off him, unseating me from his still hard cock. I back away from him across the stage, pulling the tail out of my backside with a disconcerted grunt. I drop it to the ground with a dull thud .

“Brooke,” Domhnall calls, concerned.

But that’s not my name. It was never my name.

Donny I have to tell you something!

But I never could, could I? She kept my mouth shut, somehow. Even though one of us was always asleep while the other was awake. I shouldn’t be awake now while she’s in control, but I am somehow.

She’s the one who obeys. She always obeys Daddy.

I take several more steps away from Domhnall even though in my head, I’m screaming— What are you doing? Go back!

Instead, I turn away from him mechanically and climb off the stage, as if it’s not me controlling my body. Because oh god, it’s not. It’s like I’m on the outside looking in, but I’m not at the controls.

She is.

No matter how loud I scream, no sound comes out of my throat. I don’t say a single word, not even when Domhnall calls my name again .

I just pick up the coat we discarded at the front of the stage, swing it around my shoulders, and keep walking towards the back door.

That’s Daddy’s good girl , I hear in my head, a horrifying voice that sends me shrinking to the corner of my mind.

I climb in the box and pull the lid shut tight to hide. My feet keep taking me further and further away from Domhnall towards the back door of the club and the darkness beyond.