Chapter 15

Faye

I'm not as nervous as I enter the club this time. Or maybe I'm just as nervous, but it's for a different reason. I don't have the first-time jitters I had for the intro class. I also don't have the panicked feeling I had last Saturday when I came here, uncertain what Easton might ask of me.

This time, I have a pretty good idea of what he will expect me to do. The question is, will I like it?

He guides me to the third floor and into his private lair. I like thinking of it as a lair. "Take everything off except the sexy black silk, Faye," he commands. "Put your clothes on the bed."

I head toward the bathroom.

He stops me. "No, baby. Do it in front of me. You're not ever changing in another room again. From now on, I will watch you dress and undress. Sometimes, I will do it myself."

I nod and head for the bed. I shouldn't be surprised. I shouldn't really care, either. He's seen all of me. What does it matter now?

On the other hand, I haven't even seen his chest. We are very unbalanced in this area. "When will I see you naked?" I ask as I put my coat on the bed.

"When I decide you're ready."

"Are you going to sleep with me tonight?" I ask.

"I'm going to sleep in the same bed with you, yes. I won't be naked until I think you're ready."

"Don't you think a thirty-one-year-old woman is about a decade past ready?"

He chuckles. "Nope. My cock stays in my pants until I decide to take it out. Don't ask again."

I kick off my shoes and then stare directly at him as I reach under the hem of the silk to push my leggings down my thighs. I'm deliberately teasing him, which is way out of my wheelhouse but seems to come naturally when I'm with him.

When I finish, I look at him. He nods. "Come." He heads for the attached bathroom.

I follow him.

He carefully takes my hair down from the messy bun, grabs a brush, and gently works out the tangles until it lays in long curls down my back. He sets the brush down and kisses my neck. "Sometimes, I will want it up when we play, so I don't accidentally pull it and hurt you, but tonight, I'm not going to do anything that would possibly cause your hair to get trapped."

What is he going to do tonight? I'm at a loss but curious.

He takes my hand and guides me from the room.

"Do I need shoes?"

"No, baby. I like you barefoot. We keep the floors very clean on the second and third floors. Lots of submissives are barefoot."

With our fingers threaded together, he guides me into his office.

Drake is there, and he spins around. His face lights up when he sees us. "Faye. So good to see you."

"Hi," I whisper. I'm embarrassed to be standing in front of Easton's twin, wearing this scandalously skimpy negligée, but I'm certain far more people are about to see it both on and off me in the next hour, so I need to rein in my angst.

Easton steps behind me and sets his hands on my shoulders. He slides his palms down my arms, clasps my hands, and pulls them around to my back. His lips come to my ear. "Clasp one wrist with the other hand, baby."

I shiver as I do as he says. The position thrusts my breasts forward.

"Good girl. Part your legs a few inches and wait for me while I check on a few things."

I obey his command, feeling extremely exposed already. The only person seeing me is Drake, and he's not really seeing anything. Except for my nipples. There's no way to avoid the hard points pressing against the silk.

Easton sits at his computer, gives the mouse a shake, and proceeds to intently look at something. I suspect his only intention is to see how I will react.

Drake smiles. "I hear you're going to do a scene on the second floor."

I'm unsure how I'm expected to address Drake, but I say, "Yes, Sir."

His smile broadens. "You don't have to call me Sir, Faye, unless it makes you more comfortable. Sometimes, submissives speak reverently to everyone around when they're in that headspace. Unless Easton prefers you call me Sir, you may call me Drake."

I nod. "Okay."

"There." Easton spins around. "I just popped an email to Barbara from Kink Outfitters. She's going to send some more apparel for you to my house." He grins evilly.

I bite my lip. "Sounds dangerous."

He pushes up from his seat and glances at Drake. "We're going downstairs. Don't need me."

Drake chuckles. "No problem. Enjoy."

When we step into the hallway, Easton rounds in front of me, cups my face, and kisses me. It's sensual and rocks my world, but he doesn't take it too deep. He keeps it light. "You okay?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Safeword?"

"Liver, Sir."

"Remember, the universal safeword is always red. Any club monitor will intervene if they hear red. Use the word yellow if you need me to slow down, pause, check in with you, or if you just need to catch your breath."

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl. Ready?"

I'm not sure I could ever be ready for whatever we're about to do, but the new Faye, who has apparently taken over my body, wants to experience anything Easton throws at me. "Yes, Sir."

He clasps my hand and leads me down to the second floor. As we pass Marny, she waves at us. "Have fun."

The club is in full swing when we step inside. Most of the apparatuses are being used. I'm confused when Easton guides me to the center of the room. The only thing I see is a black mat, like the kind a gymnast would use. It's soft under my feet, but what are we going to do here?

Several people turn around and watch as Easton slowly circles me. He speaks in his seductive, commanding voice. "Hands clasped behind your back, Faye. Spread your feet wider."

I easily comply since this is the position he just had me in upstairs. I'm sure he was preparing me for this moment.

More people gather in a circle around me. It's unnerving. I don't know why they would want to watch me standing here in this submissive position. It's not interesting.

Easton steps closer, leans into my ear, and whispers, "Feel their gazes on you. You're so sexy."

I tremble.

He pulls something out of his pocket. Some kind of remote. When he pushes a button, I hear the sound of some sort of machinery moving. It's coming from above, and I tip my head back to see an apparatus descending from the high ceiling.

My heart rate picks up as it gets closer, and he stops it a foot above my head.

"Lift your arms, baby," he whispers in my ear.

I suck in a breath and do as I'm told, knowing he's going to attach me to this apparatus over my head and make me feel instantly more vulnerable. I'm bare beneath this tiny silky negligée. I'm also already wet. It will rise. People will see my naked pussy in a few seconds.

Easton slides his hand from my armpit to my wrist and encircles it with a soft cuff. He then pulls my arm slightly higher and attaches me to an eye hook at the end of a bar. When he comes around to do the same on my other side, I start panting.

I can feel the swish of silk around my bottom and hips. The negligée didn't do much to hide my assets, but it's doing less now. For the first time in my life, I'm extremely exposed. Dozens of people have gathered.

Easton's lips come to my ear as he cups my neck. "They can only see a hint of your pretty pussy so far, baby. It's a tease. They'd have to bend down to really get a look at your pussy or the slightest swell of your perfect bottom. I'm going to put a bar between your feet now. Stay still for me."

I'm conscious of every noise coming from my mouth. The room is hushed because it's impolite to speak above a whisper while scenes are going on.

I tip my head back and look up at my wrists while Easton attaches my ankles to the spreader bar. It's not super wide. Just wide enough to keep me from squeezing my thighs together. Just wide enough to make me feel exposed.

When he's done, he slides his hands up my legs, flicking the hem of my negligée up when he reaches my hips. It's just a flash for the crowd, but it makes my breath hitch and my body tense.

He circles behind me and sets his palms on my waist on top of the silk next. His lips come to my ear. "You're so fucking sexy. Everyone is squirming. Look at them."

I whimper. I don't want to look at the people watching me. I shake my head defiantly.

He shifts his hands to my breasts and pinches both my nipples hard enough to bring me to my toes. "Look at their faces, Faye. I want you to see the lust in their gazes so you'll know how fucking hot you are."

"Please…" I try to squirm free of the firm grip he has on my nipples. It's painful.

"I'll release them after you do as you were told, baby." His breath against my neck drives me mad with need.

I lower my gaze and force myself to scan the faces in front of me. Dozens. They are all silent and still…intrigued, horny. He's right.

"Good girl." He releases my aching buds and circles them with his pointers, making me squirm. "In a moment, I'm going to pull these cups down so everyone can see your gorgeous tits. You want them to see how pretty they are, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir," I breathe.

"No one will ever be permitted to touch them but me. I want them to be jealous of what's mine." His voice is deep and soft. It's only for my ears. Every syllable is uttered against my neck, tickling me, making me want more.

He keeps circling my nipples. They're harder than ever and ache deliciously.

Finally, he trails his fingers along the edge of the V between my breasts instead, teasing my skin until I'm covered with goosebumps. He reaches under the lace and flicks my nipples. "Look at your audience, baby. Watch their expressions as I expose your breasts."

I'm panting as I obey him, letting my gaze fall on one woman in particular who's standing in my line of sight. She has her arms crossed, and she's stroking her neck with her fingers. I'm making her horny.

The lace drags over my swollen buds as Easton pulls the cups down. I arch and writhe as he exposes me to everyone in the room. It's so heady. My adrenaline is pumping. I can't believe I'm doing this. Letting a Dom bare my breasts while I'm restrained and helpless.

My full breasts are pushed up by the silky cups now resting under them. Easton lightly touches them, tormenting my nipples, tapping them, circling them, flicking them.

I moan.

"That's a good girl. Show them how good it feels to be touched by me. How good it feels to have all these people looking at your amazing tits."

I arch my chest forward, unable to control my body's reactions.

"Is your pussy dripping, baby?"

"Yes, Sir," I whisper. It's running down my inner thighs. I'm sure some people can see it.

"Do you want me to touch your folds?"

I ponder his question. Is there a right or wrong answer? Does it matter? I'm desperate. "Please, Sir." I don't care that so many people are watching. I want him to stroke my clit. I need to come so badly.

Leaving the cups obscenely tucked under my boobs, he flattens one palm on my tummy and lowers the other to the hem of my negligée. His fingers dance against my inner thigh for a moment before he drags them quickly through my folds and across my clit.

I cry out, the sound shocking me.

"So gorgeous, Faye. You're driving the room mad with lust."

He removes his fingers so fast, leaving me desperate and panting. "Please…"

"Not here, baby. You will not come while everyone watches. Let them look. Let them feel jealous. Save your orgasm for me."

"Yes, Sir." I whimper because I need to come so badly I don't care who watches. But I do care about obeying Easton. He doesn't want to share my orgasms, and that makes me feel special.

He circles to my front, his hands never leaving my body. Now, they're sitting on my hips again, but he's pulling me against his chest. He holds my gaze and says nothing as he uses his fingers to gather up the few inches of silk at my bottom and lifts it slowly until my ass is exposed to the entire room.

I'm confused when he starts slowly turning us in a circle, and I tip my head back to see that the device I'm attached to spins. He's letting everyone in the room see my ass.

It's hard to shuffle my feet with the bar attached to my ankles, but I manage, keeping my balance because his hands are holding me.

After he makes a full circle, he stops and pulls the material up higher. "Eyes on mine, baby."

I hold his gaze, my mouth hanging open. My breaths are shallow, and I give a little gasp when I realize he has exposed my pussy entirely. I'm standing so close to him that most people can't fully see the front, but with my legs parted, they can see a lot from the back.

"Let them look at what's mine," he whispers. "They're so jealous."

I purse my lips. I'm so exposed. I hear whispers around the room. They're talking about me. What are they saying?

For a moment I panic. I'm dragged back to high school. I squeeze my eyes shut, remembering everyone taunting me in the cafeteria that day. It's hard to shake the feeling, but I force myself to return to the present.

These people are not being unkind. They are jealous. I'm no longer a skinny, gangly teenager with a flat chest, stringy red hair, and no sense of style. I'm a grown adult. I'm sexy. I have nice breasts. My hair is styled well. Yes, people are whispering, but they are jealous.

As if he reads my mind, Easton says, "They think you're so sexy. They're wishing they had the nerve to expose themselves like this. The women are hot and bothered, as if they're experiencing this exposure instead of you. Remember how you felt that first night watching Doms unveil their subs for everyone to see?"

I nod.

He smiles. "When we're done, you're coming home with me. No one will watch as I spread you out on my bed, open your legs, and eat your pussy until you scream. No one will hear you but me."

Easton releases the silk, letting it fall around me. He steps back and returns to stand behind me again. Cupping my breasts, he whispers in my ear. "Are you turned on?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Can you take more?"

I tremble. "Yes, Sir."

"Do you want everyone to see how wet you are, how needy and salacious?"

I shudder. "Yes, Sir." There's something incredibly powerful in knowing that I've mesmerized dozens of people with my wanton body. It makes me feel sexy, and I've never felt sexy until I came to Edge. It never occurred to me that I could be sexy. It's powerful.

He pulls something out of his pocket, and I flinch when something cold touches my shoulder. I glance just in time to watch him snip the spaghetti strap holding up the negligée. A second later, he cuts the other side.

The entire negligée falls to the floor, leaving me totally naked.

I tip my head back and moan. I can't look at anyone. I prefer to visualize their stunned expressions in my head. Am I really as sexy as Easton insists I am? It was one thing to have them catch a glimpse of my pussy and a flash of ass. They saw my breasts pushed up with the cups of my negligée. However, now, I'm naked. The entire package. So very exposed.

Easton separates my hair at my back and drapes it over my shoulders so that it falls in waves across my chest, shrouding my breasts in a strawberry-blond curtain.

He stops touching me and steps back to slowly circle me. "Arch your chest, baby. Let your nipples peek out."

His words make me arch. I don't even need the command. The tone alone is enough. The feel of my hair sliding along the sides of my naked breasts is sensual. My nipples stiffen harder as though he's touching them.

When he's at my back, he steps away for a moment and returns with something in his hand. He comes to my front and shows it to me.

My breath hitches. It's a crop. I panic a bit because I'm unprepared for the addition of impact play.

"I'm not going to strike you, Faye. You have my word. I'm going to tease your skin with the leather flap." He brings it to my stomach and drags the folded flap of leather across my waist.

I whimper.

Easton trails it up and lets the tip flick over my nipple next.

I rise onto my toes. I'm stunned by how many things he can do to me to make me horny. He's not even touching me directly. He's using a small piece of leather, and my arousal is growing.

He steps close to whisper in my ear, "Say yellow if you get too close to orgasm. You're not allowed to come."

"Yes, Sir."

Easton uses the other end of the crop to part my hair away from my breasts before flipping it around again and stroking the undersides of my breasts.

The globes are high and full with my arms over my head. I suppose they're nice to look at, but they're slightly large for my small waist and frame.

Easton rounds to my back again, dragging the leather flap along my skin and then down my spine until he trails it between my ass cheeks.

I clench my cheeks together and arch forward to avoid the embarrassing touch so close to my rectum.

He stays behind me, drawing circles on my bottom and down to my thighs. When he trails the crop up between my legs, I moan involuntarily. I'm torn. I want him to touch my pussy, while at the same time, I'm afraid I will break his rule and orgasm. Not to mention how embarrassing it would be to orgasm in front of all the people from the simple touch of a crop.

He comes close but doesn't touch my folds before leaning in from behind to whisper, "Scale of one to ten—how close are you to orgasm?"

"Seven, Sir."

"Good girl." He rounds to my front and torments the tops of my thighs. Holding my gaze, he teases precariously close to my pussy.

"Yellow," I cry out, the word echoing in the room. I'm throbbing with need.

He lowers the crop. "Good girl." He threads a hand in my hair, holds my head, and leans his forehead against mine. "Such a good girl."

I feel like his good girl. I feel needy and sexy. I want to come.

"Have you had enough, Faye?"

I nod. I think I have. I'm losing the ability to hold myself up. My palms are wrapped around the leather above them, holding on, but I'm growing weak.

"Good girl. I'm so proud of you." He drops the crop, then reaches up and releases my wrists. In seconds, he has my ankles unfastened, too. He wraps a soft blanket around my body, picks me up, snuggles me securely against him, and walks away from the scene.

I burrow my face in his neck, half aware that he carries me out of the room and up the stairs to the third floor. I'm relieved and exhausted—and still so horny that my pussy is pulsing between my thighs.